The date noted is the year the plate was finished, but often he began work on a plate many years earlier. He explained his method of working: ‘I made a lot of sketches and took a lot of photos so I could remember details. I never draw or scratch after photos, the idea, the ‘feeling’, will die in a way then. For me, making art involves waiting, I look upon a proof or a drawing, thinking and waiting for the idea, the feeling, to ‘develop’. Taking time for an idea to mature. I always print my copperplates myself and I use a simple steel needle for the drypoint works.’ The story behind the print, in the artist’s own words, was written in February 2024.
Looking from Moore Street through an iron fence I could see the big wall. The wall with all the memories from a house, from lives that did not exist anymore. A kind of map of past time, a palimpsest, sad and beautiful in abstract tones of grey. I used to buy a Sunday apple tart at the bakery in Parnell Street when working on the drawings.
