It’s a magnetic thing.
I have been dreaming of the sea, of resting my eyes on the horizon and smelling the salt. Friends have been sending beautiful photos over the past three months and while we’ve been chatting I have half an ear to the sounds of the sea in the background, coming through the phone.
It’s a magnetic thing.
It’s a magnetic thing.
My #SundayWink in the time of Covid-19 are the three studio companions. While I am not accessing my studio in Johnstown House Business Centre I have set up a temporary place to paint in the front hall. The three pals are content to lie under the table while I work away, giving a relaxed and grounded feeling!
Garden Wildlife in June;
The sight of bullfinchs visiting the garden is a daily delight; there are wrens nesting as well as sparrows, pigeons, starlings and blackbirds. The ground is as hard as the hob of hell so they have a rough time getting food. The recent rain must be a bonus for them!
I seem to have a trio of robin pals – if I’m in the garden that’s fair enough, they are all around me. We have to keep the doors closed as they’ve made several attempts to check out the kitchen and living room. I had to rush to close the door just now coming in- three robins hot on my heels. They must think they are like our dogs, who come right in!
Roasting coffee aromas fanned out onto the street,
Half intimidated by the waitress 'Tattens' we always seemed to get.- I recognised her voice immediately on Bowman; Sunday - when as children we were brought for a treat to Bewley’s; (I always asked for Shepherds Pie, followed by Rice Pudding, both were served in foil tins.)
Thawing out from freezing student living over almond buns and white coffee on Sundays,the four sections of the single paper shared out between us
High spirits at 6 a.m. after the Trinity Ball, everyone in high spirits, the whole cafe wearing black tie and ball gowns, the cafe open specially for the occasion.
Fascination with the boiled sweet rotating vats during a personal tour of the sweet factory upstairs, – I was researching at the time and had dreams for years after about getting lost in such meandering corridors.
Delight as my overseas visitors to the Bacon Studio and Harry Clarke windows in the Municipal Gallery sipped their tea and slowly realized they were seated under more art.
‘The Table’ - towards the back of the restaurant where breakups invariably happened - Not too public, but safely surrounded by people should things get out of hand.
Lunchtime Plays, served with a bowl of soup and brown bread,
Narrow balcony seats high over Grafton Street, the scene below felt like theatre
Inside wine high backed snugs, bentwood chairs, real coal fires
Authentic, original, cherished
Like a Phoenix Bewleys rose up from the ashes before.
Can this really ‘be the end’ for Bewley’s of Grafton Street?
This cut out figure has been in my window since it was gifted to me by a friend returning to the States. I love the childlike, carefree energy it evokes- and somehow it is always positioned to dance in the moonlight!
Light sparkling on water; a painting of the full moon on Annaghmakerrig Lake, and a photo of light defracted into all the colours of the rainbow on Silver Strand like petals.
Full moon in May is the planting moon, the flower moon.
and the scenes in Trinity College this evening I wonder what college is like under the almost full moon tonight? Have the corridors, lecture theatres, libraries, squares, the campus playing fields ever been so empty of people for such a long period? Or are the ghosts of Trinity folk past roaming the grounds with the Trinity Fox and occupying seats vacated by the living? The paintings are from the series I painted of college and produced as giclee prints featuring this oasis within Dublin city.
As I prepare to launch into the day – and it is a gloriously beautiful one – I remember Paul Brady’s words ‘My optimism doesn’t mean I’m not aware or I don’t care’.
I wonder how I ever ‘fitted’ or probably squeezed SO much into every hour of every day of every week. And all those classes - which I loved, and miss, the exercise, the people, the learning.
I love to get away to the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, giving myself the Gift of Time to create, to paint, and to chat with other folk who were gathered around the coffee table or at the nightly dinner at 7pm when the gong was sounded to call everyone from their work. It’s taken til now, - I had hints at the start this might happen.
Today I am setting up my studio in the front hall on this the glorious 5th of May, 2020.