We used to dance in technicolour (Low Friar Street) (2026)

‘At the centre of the installation sits an illuminated infinity-mirror dance floor. Operating as a vortex of reflection and depth, it opens into an endless abyss beneath the viewer’s feet. The illusion of infinite space is both seductive and disorienting. This vertical pull is echoed above, where a ceiling projection shows dancing shoes suspended in perpetual motion. Feet tap across a faded red carpet in softened rhythm to muffled traces of music while distant voices intermittently surface before dissolving again, as though the space itself were remembering and forgetting in real time: "We danced with the good and great of Newcastle. It was a damn good night out."'

Recollections gathered through interviews are repeated, altered, and staged until they acquire the quality of dreams. One remembered detail, "the dance floor was quite small and made from different coloured glass squares", becomes a miniature kinetic sculpture housed within a Perspex display case. Slightly distorted and awkward in its movement, it behaves less like a reconstruction than memory itself, struggling to hold its shape.