A Medical Print

In June 2017, I made a print for St. Luke's Hospital as part of a Blackstack Studio exhibition at the hospital.  We had an open brief but at the end of it, after the prints were submitted, they were adjudicated by a panel from the hospital to ensure that they were suitable for the location.

After the exhibition, the prints were kept by the hospital and dispersed to various locations and mine ended up over the main reception desk.  I must go in and have a look and get a photograph in situ but for now, here's the print and the process.  I called it This Is That II and took the opportunity to produce a large scale (70 cm x 50 cm) rice monoprint with wood block additions.

 

  

The Cow And The Moon

I went out on New Year's Day to look at the first moon of 2018 which had just risen.  In autumn, the farmer cut down all the Leylandii trees at the back of the house and now there is a clear view south and east to the sea and the rising sun and moon.  On the way there, I found a plastic cow, unearthed by the winter rain I suppose.  It is probably farmer's (now grown) children that left this plastic bovine behind when they lived in this house and now it has made another appearance a dozen years later.  The farmers' real cows are in the winter cow barns, waiting to have their calves.  I commemorated this unlikely meeting with 3 photos layered together and it was only later that a friend reminded me of the nursery rhyme

Hey, diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle

The cow jumped over the moon

The little dog laughed to see such fun

And the dish ran away with the spoon 

Broken Arms Are Not Conducive To Making Art

At the end of June I broke my arm. For a more detailed report, see here. Luckily it was my right arm and I am left handed but that was about the only good luck in the whole affair. 
It renewed my interest in hands, and now arms.
Some drawings from those days are below

 

En l'air

Is this art or pollution?

The Deckchair

I went out to take the deckchair in.  Heavy rain was meant to be coming through in the night.  In the seat there were flowers fallen from the tree above.  I got the camera and took some photos.  I forgot to put the deckchair in the shed and when I woke up the next morning, the rain had been lashing down for hours and the deckchair was soaked.

 

 

Hands and Homage

Invigilating at Massimo Bartolini's solo show 'In A Landscape' on a quiet day. 

The orange-nailed hands are mine, I wanted a photograph of them together neatly folded on my knee in proper invigilator fashion.

The hand prints are not mine but those of the curious around one of the sound holes in the sculpture.  Clustered and smeared together, it is almost as if they are paying homage to the notes coming out or touching a revered idol.

River Water

I went to Croagh Wood through which the river Mahon flows on it's way to the ocean at Bunmahon. These are the swirls and eddies, the floating leaves and underwater pebbles.