Over the last few weeks I’ve been looking up. More specifically, looking at trees against the backdrop of the sky. Not the whole tree. Just the edges. Edges interest me. Edginess conveys passion, energy, momentum, opportunity. The edge of something
Happy
Last November, I blogged a bit about my childhood and mentioned a bloke called Donall Murray. Just to remind you (!), in 1970, I was in a play in the Eblana Theatre, under Busaras in Dublin, called ‘It’s a Two
What a Difference a Day Makes …
It’s the June bank Holiday and I really needed this extra day. The last couple of weeks have been difficult and I’m a bit wrecked, to be honest. Also, because it’s been busy and because I haven’t been sleeping all
Once you pop …
Just thinking about creativity this morning. Over the last few days, with one thing and another, the time I’ve had for DOING things has been limited and so I don’t have much to post on here. However, doing is one
Ouch … Feck
Thought I’d get a little whittling in this morning before breakfast but, in a careless moment (among many careless moments), I managed to ram a gouge into my index finger. Pretty annoying to be honest. There was quite a lot
Why?
I rarely ask myself why I’m doing this. You know, the creativity thing. But over the last few days I have been thinking about it a bit. Sometimes it serves as a distraction: something to divert my mind from thinking
Letterkenny doodles
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
Sonnet XVII
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
Koi
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
Art and Life
Sometimes things don’t turn out as one would have liked them to, or as one imagined they might, or as one hoped they would. Most times it doesn’t matter. Sometimes it does. Sometimes one learns from one’s mistakes and doesn’t
Wooden Spoon
Not a carving this time. A new entry in thebreakfastblog: Wooden Spoon, Blackrock. Tasty.
The beating heart of art
I took a trip to The Carpentry Store near Naas today. It’s not that I was running out of wood. It was more that all the wood I have is thick and I wanted some thin stuff. I had tried