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.

 

 

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.

Two Books

I made two new books for the Artist Book fair at Limerick School of Art and Design.

I'm not entirely happy with either of them for the reason that I don't think there is a complete synergy between the idea, the form and the execution.

You can't really just decide to make a book without thinking everything through and then thinking it all through again, then starting and always being willing to abandon an idea if it isn't working.  I think artist books teach you to have a very elastically creative mind but then giving up on an idea, especially when hours of work are there in front of you, is very difficult.  I gave up some ideas but never really started again from scratch and I think these books aren't 100% because of that.

Book 1:  Irish Bus
A set of 11 postcards detailing a bus journey from Hospital, Co. Limerick to Oranmore in Co. Galway wrapped in a hand-reproduced bus timetable for route 51.  I love travelling by bus and kept a diary, recording conversations, things overheard on the radio, and things I saw.  I also took photos and made 11 little scenarios out of my notes.  Currently Bus Eireann is in severe financial difficulty and may not survive for too much longer so these anachronistic postcards my turn out to be a record of an anachronistic journey.

Book2: To See Your Own Light
I often listen to Hildegard von Bingen while drawing and made a drawing into a single page book, housed in a folder.  The outside of the drawing has one of her pieces of writing that I thought especially pertinent written on it;

We cannot live in a world that is interpreted for us by others.  An interpreted world is not a hope.  Part of the terror is take back our own listening.  To use own our voice.  To see our own light.

Winter Morning Moonset

The moon set at 8.08 am and we had snow.

Old Stuff # 6

Old Stuff #4

Old Stuff #3

Old Stuff - Unseen

I am going through my photo archives, deleting as much as possible, but will occasionally be throwing one or two that I like up here.  Here's #1

Autumn Return

July, August, September, October ...

Four months or thereabouts.  The next few posts will hopefully show and tell what I did in this time.  Beginning with

One 

Little

Photograph

Three Studies

Cherry blossom

In The Other-World

These woods border a short cut back from the mechanic who repairs my car.  Most of it is forestry, lots of the fir trees have fallen down and there is a peaceful, other-wordly feel to the place which I think it what I am trying to show in these photographs.