In Cork. Travelled here today. Examining tomorrow and then back up to Dublin. It’s late and I’m tired but I brought a pad and some watercolour pencils. Still trying to convey the impression of Christmas tree branches. Attempted a few...Read More
I've examined speech and drama candidates two days in a row now and I'm quite tired from the sustained concentration required. I had some plans to experiment with trees and baubles this evening. I did a few bits and pieces...Read More
Just to keep the ball rolling. My tea-shirt ... (not an original idea: saw it on Pinterest) Wild flowers ... (too many leaves and a very bland background: I'll have another go at this idea)
We were at a book launch during the week. The Loneliness of the Sasquatch by Amanda Bell, a friend of Christine's. It's a translation of a work written in Irish by Gabriel Rosenstock. Actually, it's more than a translation. Amanda...Read More
I don't often finish things. You know, actually bring them to completion. This is an exception.
Sometime in 1984, we were in Uxbridge, in north west London. The miners' strike was in full swing and some people were collecting money to support miners' families. The slogan on the collection tins was was Dig Deep for the...Read More
This is my favourite love poem. https://vimeo.com/299621427 By the way, this is the luscious thing I referred to a little while back. I did the art work about five times and the voice recording about 25 times until...Read More
I'm calling it an expressionist one, so let's not count the strings! And it's on a teabag so that's got to be pretty cool.
Speaks for itself really ... Challenging, to be honest, but I'm quite pleased with the way it turned out.
Eilis, a psychotherapist I've been going to for a while, told me about a poem by Derek Walcott called Love After Love. In short, it's about meeting one's self and, I suppose, accepting one's self, warts, quirks and faults, as...Read More
Messing with portraits and a new app. I'm working on an idea for the treatment of a poem and I want to incorporate a slow dissolve from one picture to another. On the way to the supermarket this morning I...Read More
I was 10 years old. It was 1970. The end of a busy summer spent mostly on stage in the Eblana Theatre under Busaras, in a popular play called It's a Two-Foot Six Inch Above the Ground World. The first...Read More
Started a new wood project today. [metaslider id=1058] The day the young lad Edward received his scholarship certificate in UCD. https://tenor.com/view/simpsons-knifey-spooney-australia-bart-simpson-crocodile-dundee-gif-12120887
A shiny new vice, allowing me to use two hands to carve.