I had no idea what this building was when I took the photo. I saw them from upstairs on a bus and liked the look of them, so I got off the bus and went back to take this shot. I put the photo into an exhibition, and it was there one day someone told me they used to be a stable.
A few months later this and some other buildings in the area were torn down to make way for apartments.
The wonders of chance. This is one of a number of headless statues in a quiet Dublin park. I don’t know why they were decapitated, but there must be a good story there, or at least an interesting one.
I just happened to pass at the right time on the right day.
I took this on my way home from a job interview. I didn’t get the job, but I got this. It was the only good thing in that area.
There was a tension in the air, like you could be attacked at any moment. The streets were empty, with litter the only evidence of life.
I’d been in a situation like that only once before. A theatre company I worked for in the mid nineties hosted a workshop for kids in a deprived area of Dublin. Even though I traveled in the back of the van, with no windows to look out, I knew we had entered the area because the atmosphere suddenly changed.
I took this on the bridge in Ring send one summer afternoon.
