When I first started thinking about doing a series of installations in The Workhouse I walked around alone with my camera exploring, soaking up the atmosphere of the building and it’s history. I was very aware of the cold light; doorways and separated ways; long unfriendly passages; steep staircases with worn steps; lines scratched by the inmates on walls to mark the time passing; bleak spaces; dark, damp cellars; all of which spoke to me of the harsh existence, the segregation, austerity and lack of privacy that the inmates must have experienced. I also tried to imagine the sounds of feet clattering in clogs, orders shouted, inmates gossiping and complaining…

These images are my first personal response to The Workhouse, the beginnings of my thinking and interpretation, and fuelled my imagination for A Delicate Balance.
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