Liam Randles-Martin
Honours
I am haunted by the archive. By a desire to be as close as possible to the past; a need to understand the essence of a coin or a photograph. Who held it? Worked for it? Took it? Cherished it? I remember wandering through Rome and imagining that the morning chill would have felt the same for the people of the Empire. If so, are we all that different? Despite the strength of this desire, as I delve further into the archival strata, of photographing and collecting, the more distant my goal seems to be. So, eventually—lonely and caked in dust—I realise the paradox of the archive: it destroys even as it attempts to preserve. It is this space that interests me, that of the manufactured truth and plausible falsehoods.
Honours
