This short Super 8 film projection was featured in the exhibition Aistear in 2021.

It is also part of the series The House is Leaving Me.

It captures a derelict house along the Atlantic coast, a place that I passed often. Unusually, the house is round. Peering through the windows, the broken remains are blue: a large blue king-size bed, blue tiles on the wall, blue carpets, an empty chair. I imagined somebody looking through those windows, looking out over the Wild Atlantic Way—the wind and the rain—somebody thinking about the past.

It somehow became mixed up with my mother’s words. She was very ill and couldn’t remember the house she had lived in. Her memory brought her back to her home house where she lived as a child, and she said, “the house is leaving me.”

Narrative often comes to me in this way, stitching together different snippets until it becomes something —nonlinear, circular, like the round house. Super 8 seemed the appropriate medium to capture something that wasn’t clear, something that had to be reached for in time to be experienced.

The ticking sound of the film's projector sounds like a clock keeping time on the wall—forgotten time.