.Memory.

During the last few weeks in my second year, I began to explore buildings around Dublin city. Although my imagery had made a move from personal belongings, my ideas and reasons for making the work were very similar.

The objects I had used in some of my previous work were nostalgic, personal items. Things that I had had forever, or things that my family and I had grown up with. They are like the physical manifestation of memories. They are mainly pretty mundane things, but they are things that I love in such a way that, frequently, my familiarity causes me to disregard them. Each object seems to hold a vague, non-specific memory of my entire childhood - so weighty in comparison to a seemingly throw-away object.

These items made me think about memory - how memory can be left behind, or neglected, or abandoned. It made my wonder what happened to these things after their owners have left them - does the weight of their meaning disappear when they have been abandoned?

I suppose I was looking at these buildings as objects, and as places where memories have been deserted by their owners and are left to fade over time.

There are so many of these buildings around the city now and they have multiplied in number during the recession. Sad looking buildings. Buildings that are falling into a state of disrepair. Abandoned, neglected, derelict buildings where things once happened. It makes me wonder about the mystery of the memories that have lived in their rooms.

These are copper etchings with aquatint. The buildings do not stand next to each other in reality. They are buildings dotted around the city, that I, and many other Dubliners are familiar with, gathered together like a mix-match of trinkets.

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