Houses by Ingrid Casey
Are the first thing you draw. Obsession with ownership, a rare Irish thing. I did not partake, so fell foul of a crushing system. I have rented seven places, each move excruciating. For a time I dreamt of haunted houses, my mother dreams of new rooms in her house since she started to paint. No matter that I make homes, women’s labour is squared against … Continue reading Houses by Ingrid Casey