Untitled House X

This summer, I moved house for the ninth time.

Frequent moves defined my childhood—isolating and unpredictable, each one brought a sense of loss paired with a reluctant new beginning. As a child, I clung to the idea of future permanence: a time when I might establish a true sense of settlement, of being settled. Now, as an adult living in Ireland, movement remains a constant in my life, accompanied by the lingering question of whether the choice of permanence will ever truly be mine to make.

The difference now is that I am no longer the only immigrant in a small rural town. I am one among a generation navigating shared precarity. Through this body of work, I am collecting. I gather fragments of my past, salvaging memories of the buildings I’ve called home, reclaiming a sense of ownership over these intimate spaces in the face of a bleak housing landscape. Fragments of these homes converge here to create a heterotopia—an “other world” where all these places coexist. Beneath the quiet neglect and impermanence that so often define the housing options for many Irish tenants today, these buildings meet in silent witness to one another.

This act of gathering reflects my own reckoning with identity:

meeting myself as no longer foreign to this place, but as part of

it. This work is both a gesture of solidarity and an act of quiet

rebellion—a reclaiming of home in the midst of uncertainty.