Who needs tea bags when you can have … EGG SHELLS!!
just finished examining in Letterkenny. It’s just after 6. I’ll leave in about 20 mins. Back home 10 ish. This was my bit of creativity for the day, done in a bit of a gap between candidates. It’ll have to
I’m in Letterkenny. I drove up yesterday morning, examined yesterday afternoon and again this morning. Crashed out in the Radisson Blu hotel this afternoon and I’ll be examining all day tomorrow, driving home tomorrow night. Sunday will be my first
There is a woman called Ruby Silvious and she is the queen of painting on tea bags. Here’s her Instagram feed which will provide some evidence of her skill and precision. Beautiful work. I was reading an interview with her
Bringing a few things together here. I was wondering how to get some celtic knotwork onto used tea bags. Last night I tried using carbon paper on bags that I had prepared with acrylic medium. It didn’t really work. The
This was the poem I recited for one of my speech and drama diploma exams.
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
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
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
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
This is my favourite love poem. 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 I
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.