Messing with portraits, apps and the slider. 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
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
Started a new wood project today. The day the young lad Edward received his scholarship certificate in UCD.
A shiny new vice, allowing me to use two hands to carve.
Just a few random items to keep the blog up to date. Bag emptying … We gave the Day of the Dead outfits and make-up another run out at the weekend at a party … Experimenting with
While I’m in a poetry mood, I thought I’d do an angry one. Philip Larkin’s Aubade. An angular rant against humdrum existence tempered with the fear of the inevitability of death. I downloaded an app on my phone that allows
I’m a bit frustrated by the limitations of iMovie. I have the Adobe suite of programs so it’s about time I learned how to use Premiere Pro. This is just a small experiment in manipulating still images. It’s a bit
More tea bag art … It’s interesting how you can make different shapes from the tea bags, depending on how you unfold them. I’ve now got the knack of emptying them too, with the minimum of damage. Clicking on this
I’ve been building up quite a collection of tea bags so I thought I’d better put some of them to use. As usual, the execution is a bit iffy. I was trying to exploit the shape of them this time
For my breakfast blog, I visited the Cracked Nut on Camden Street on Friday, had a breakfast burrito, and blogged about it here. Yum.
According to the article in Wikipedia (here), Jack-o’-lanterns originated in Ireland with carved turnips. When the idea emigrated to America, pumpkins were used. The pumpkin is Christine’s. The turnip is mine. Samhain.
I came across images from the Mexican Day of the Dead celebrations many years ago: striking make-up, dramatic clothing, interesting symbolism. A couple of years ago, I saw an advertisement for a Dia de los Muertos celebration in Dublin but
Still working with the blended pastel on rag paper idea but marrying it with some Celtic knotwork. I was looking for something romantic to write over it. And then I thought of Eavan Boland’s poem Quarantine, about the famine. And