Derelict house in rural Kerry. Decades’ worth of brightly-coloured paint peeling at different rates made the whole building a crumbling kaleidoscope. Lots of religious paraphernalia too. Be still my magpie heart. I almost stole that Mater Dolorosa (first image) off the wall, but I just couldn’t do it…
More photos from the quarry.
I liked the colours that day.
A disused quarry pit, now filled with rain, and old equipment glimpsed through a keyhole.
I’ve been finding myself in derelict places a lot lately.
Condemned tower block, Ballymun.
I’m painting on an upstairs window in my house.
Work in progress, based on a detail from this Japanese handscroll, North Sea, by Zhou Chen.
I collect all the things I don’t need or understand in the way of office supplies.
The key to my heart: esoteric stationery.
empty houses
“i don’t form connections the way you do, there’s no point lamenting the fact.”
