Not the location of my first kiss


My TU Dublin fourth-year major project Not the location of my first kiss, is about memories, sometimes misremembering and mixing things up. For years I thought Andrew Skelton was the first boy to kiss me, one summer evening in the gap between the fields of Hand’s caravan park in Donabate. Recently it occurred to me that I’d had my first kiss at least three years earlier aged nine, also in a caravan park but this time in Portrane with a red-haired boy called George or Gerrard. We kissed behind a colourful striped cloth windbreaker between our caravan and the converted double-decker bus which belonged to the family of the girl that George or Gerrard went off with the following weekend. 

I have concentrated on memories from the years before my first misremembered kiss. As the project is centred around childhood memories I wanted it to have a playful element. COVID-19 restrictions dictated the type of project I could attempt. The still life images were made at home in the spare bedroom and as I live in the same town I spent most of my childhood in I had access to most locations. To date most of my portraits have been very straight, I wanted these to be more constructed and have a performative element, my Mum stood in for everyone. Everything starts with a memory, from that a photograph is made and a piece of text written.