This work concentrates on a single street corner in Dublin, dominated by the red facade of The Temple Bar. The building seems to radiate outward, its walls, signs, and windows merging into a thick field of orange, yellow, and muted green. Edges soften, so that doors, frames, and posters no longer read as separate objects but as layers of light attached to the same glowing volume.

Around this center, the street falls into darker tones. Pavement, shadows, and surrounding structures lean toward black and deep brown, suggesting wet cobblestones and night air without fixing them in detail. The contrast between the illuminated pub and the subdued environment turns the corner into a visual anchor—a place where memory collects.

The image does not document a particular evening. It preserves the sense of passing by a lit facade that seems to hold sound, conversation, and history inside its color.