Stuck in a rented flat in the city centre with a Covid-19 Lockdown allowance of a 2km radius – I could travel either west to O’Connell street to observe the wasteland of desolation left behind by visitors, or easterly along the quays where the 3 Arena would mark the border of the 2km barrier to the rest of the world.
I felt that this feeling of isolation was echoed in the lackluster scenes that surround my walk along the docklands. A feeling of dread accompanies the obvious decline of any sort of character or culture in this area. Nicknamed the ‘silicon docks’, the area so obviously exists purely for the financial benefit of the world’s wealthiest. It has been handed over to them, and life has been washed away.
This work is the outcome of field research taken in this area, with a critical response to the seemingly interminable extensive development of luxury apartments and office blocks.
Piss Bottle
Sea Air
1, 2, 3 - Photograph of 7-layer typeface sign painting displayed in docklands area
4 - Who Owns Our Home? Digital poster
5 - Black and white manipulated architectural photograph
6, 7 - Stills from 'Sea Air' frame-by-frame video
