This body of work is about the image. The ownership of the physical image and allowing the person portrayed to say something about themselves through editing there own image- cutting the photograph. The photograph as a physical object becomes the starting point for a discussion where the subject can add meaning to the image. The photographic act becomes a performance that produces a unique object that is not reproducible versus the reproduction of digital images.
A Portrait 2016-1017
A Portrait 2016 to 2017
The remit for this portrait was for a recognisable but not necessarily obvious likeness, that the viewer would need to engage to find the identity behind the image.
It became a piece about the duality of identity as it is both open and private and unexpected in what is and is not exposed, an expression but not a confession.
A Portrait marks a time of reflecting on self identity, of choosing change and still being yourself.
This piece was commissioned in 2017 and was created from an archived photograph.
Paint and wasabi tape are used.
I Sleep in Tension
This is a conceptual piece on disability, control and the emotional needs of growing up quadriplegic. This is not just one story but a conversation, about defying limitations and wanting to fit in, about being left unnoticed and to have no privacy, about using drugs to stay alive and for feeling alive, about the need for touch and love and sex and to have not physical control of your body or surroundings.
About not giving in and not fitting in.
About being smart and funny and beautiful and trapped.
The music was made specifically for this piece.
Who gave you the roses?
Who gave you the Roses?
Letters in my diary:
Thank you for all you have made me. Thank you for taking that
fat, ugly, bloated disgusting thing I was. You’ve put me on
the road to perfection. I’m nearly there, I can feel my bones
rubbing against my bed when I’m trying to sleep. It hurts on
my spine and my rib cage and my hip bones. I can’t sleep
properly, it hurts to lie down – but that means I’m nearly
there. It shows that I’m losing the weight. Some days I hate
you, like when I get dizzy and faint, then I get bruises and
look stupid. Some days I wish you hadn’t gotten into my life,
so I could be like everyone else. All my friends go out for
dinner and they all eat; they never feel ashamed or
embarrassed. They’re perfect already. That’s when I realise
Ana, you have to be in my life.
I know I’m not perfect yet, but soon I will be. And it’s all
because of you, you are my life saver. You always push me and
make sure I’m not doing anything wrong. You’re the only thing
I will ever love Ana. It’s my fault when things go wrong
because you always want the right thing for me, you make sure
I’m heading towards perfection. I hate it when I fight with
and when I can’t do what you want, I’m sorry that I let you
down. I will try harder Ana, I promise.
3rd Jan 2006
I have gotten some laxatives so I won’t have to stick my
fingers down my throat for a few days. I know I shouldn’t have
them, it will mean I’m in pain but I have to if I want to be
skinny. I’ll only have a few.
Dying is an art
Dying is an art, like everything else.
Glamour in the Blood 2010
The Scarred Landscape 2009
The Scarred Landscape is documenting how the construction of a motorway has negatively impacted on the
lives of over 300 landowners, their families and their livelihoods in rural Ireland. Under plans for construction since 2001, the new motorway extends from the M9 cutting through counties before termination at Waterford City. As the aftermath of the Celtic Tiger becomes increasingly apparent and one cannot help but draw the comparison between the seared landscape depicted in the photographs and the scarred Irish mindset left behind after a decade of affluence. The motorway once viewed as a symbol of hope and
progress, under the harsh spotlight of the recession and unanswered questions of the government spending. The motorway now stands as a trophy of indulgence. Severing generations of traditional land inheritance a Compulsory Purchase Order by the local County Council has left landowners with no choice. They were forced to hand over their land, their objections falling on deaf ears, their continuous protests deemed futile. The real issue is not about the compensation from the Council but the communities, villages, farms, and homes along the route that will be divided and demolished.
This, in turn, damages lives and livelihoods. It has an impact as access roads will be made into cul‐de-sacs.
The land has been passed through the generations of Irish families, with this in mind, many feel a sense of failure as the land is lost forever. Having missed the CelticTiger in my homeland Ireland by living in the UK, I had an interesting relationship returning and understanding the way it was affecting my community. On each of my returns during the years, I couldn’t understand how my friends had so much money. They
were literally burning it, after the collapse, it all became apparent and understanding that it was all built on false money and hopes/desires.
Gaining insight, sitting and talking in the heart of the Irish home, the kitchen, I tried to piece together this and give a voice to the community.