What is there, yet not

Day 079/100

As you may know photography is my area of interest and research, and for the last few weeks have been thinking more and more about starting my next block of research, which examines crime scene photography from a fine art perspective. Yep I do not shy away from the more challenging genres of photography. But what has been preoccupying me at present looking at the city is how in the past, areas that I see now were once sites of past crimes. Yet there remains little or no evidence of what occurred. In essence the photographic record if available at the time the crime occurred is the only tangible record of what once occurred. But as accurate as these visual records may appear to be there will always be a certain ambiguity inherent in these photographs, as with any example of the photographic medium. By knowing that these events have taken place and seeing the supporting visual documentation, when viewing the specific street or house now, my reading of the area becomes tainted, making what was once absent or unknown present, visible, forever changing how that specific place is viewed. In a way by having this new knowledge the city becomes more haunted and a more sinister place to exist within. Making you realise that even the most ancient of history and events never really leave the place of their creation.


Eclectic meetings

Day 078/100

I am really not having much luck with technology today everything seems to be going a tad nuts, I would hazard that is due to me not the machines in question. Its been a quite day, but as ever no matter how hard I try I always seem to attract the more unusual members of city travelers. Today on the Luas (Dublin’s tram system) I was blessed with two distinct gentlemen, and I though they were a safe bet for a quite journey. One spent the entire journey talking to himself, afraid he made no sense to me, but his conversation with the mysterious absent friend seemed to be quite interesting. The other gentleman decided to sing a range of contemporary chart hits, off key and at deafening levels. He was having a good time, not sure the rest of the world was quite so supportive. Meeting such eclectic people seems to be one of my given gifts, even if the entire bus is full the only drunk person on it will choose me to talk to, additionally I get cornered by every dotty dear out doing her grocery shopping, and have been saved more than once by the bible brigade. Although at times these meetings can be quite odd, I have had some very interesting conversations and met some wonderful people, who have a very unique view of life. Which at times help you to see the world in quite a different way, and on more than one occasion have helped me see that even if the world has gone to hell in a hand cart, there is always a positive to be had, I suppose I envy them there freedom from conventionalities and that they can experience the world with all the wonder and awe of a child. The world is a richer place with them.



Roll on Autumn

Day 077/100

I know we still have the rest of the summer to go, but I can not wait for autumn. It is late at the minute here and the wind is starting to pick up. Tis coupled with heavy rain is my idea of heaven, mind you I would have to be under a very large duvet, accompanied by a big mug of hot chocolate and a good book. Just listening to the world move through the seasons. I know autumn and winter can be cold, dark and somewhat dreary but there is Halloween to look forward to, warm wood fires and oodles of comfort food. I know I am on a diet but a girl can dream. I love soups and have fun trying out new ones, I especially like pumpkin and butternut squash, with lots of spices. They are lovely with grated mature white cheddar on top and with brown toast and hummus. I like odd combo’s. Unfortunately this year will have to wait until the depths of darkest January and February to partake. Will have to be on my diet for a while yet, my only downfall will be christmas dinner. Now that can not be missed. I tend to dinner with gravy not gravy with dinner, which is not exactly healthy but hey you only live once. So here’s to the long nights, dark days and warming food, bring on the winter.

Day 076/100

Spent the best part of this morning watching a pair of grey squirrels trying their best to break into the bird feeders in the back yard. You have got to give them credit for trying, if at first you don’t succeed then try, try again. That is exactly what they were doing. One of the nutty pair was hanging upside down from the  support for the bird feeder and shaking it to see what came out, and then copped on that if you let the birds eat, they know stuff on the ground. So why waste all that energy when you can get all you want just waiting around for it. Now the other fella is a bit more with it, one of the peanut feeders has a sliding base, which you open to fill and slide back in place when full. This particular squirrel worked this out, so all he had to do was open and low and behold be showered with a cascade of nuts, no effort involved. As you can imagine Dad was not to happy to refilling the feeders for this pair of chancers to be making off with the spoils in broad daylight, so a compromise was reached. Dad leaves nuts on the path outside, the squirrels have their lunch, leave the birds alone and Dad gets to watch them bouncing around the place. Its pretty quite in the country and you have to take your entertainment where you can. Mind you he now has me watching the little nutters at work to see what shenanigans they get up to, I really need a better social life.

I think I have lost it


Day 075/100

Well never though I would reach this day, I think this is the longest I have ever been on a diet and not cheated. Well had noo choice, unless I wanted to be remembered as the Michelin man’s wife. I might not have really been that big but enough to begin to worry. You only live once and you know what I would like to enjoy it without worrying whether I will be able to see it. I would like to say hi to all the new followers and a big thank you to those who have continued to follow my crack pot journey, much appreciated. The weight loss is going well and I can actually fit into some of my old jeans. But still have a very long way to go, but it will be worth it in the end. To be honest I can not see a change in my figure but my sister swears blind that there is a change, and others have begun to comment, so must be doing something right. Here’s to the last few weeks before the next great adventure. As always a few cúpla focal as Gaeilge,

Go raibh maith agat as do chuid tacaíochta ar fad, i bhfad mhór. Ba mhaith liom tú gach dea-shláinte agus saibhreas don todhchaí.

Thank you all for your support,much appreciated. I wish you all good health and wealth for the future.

What I miss

Day 074/100

Today was a wonderfully quite day, no cats, no noise, no housework. Heaven, and what did I spend the day doing, sitting at the kitchen table, working on a project. I have not had the chance to work like this for a while, and it was wonderful just to turn on the radio, and work through my art project. Most people I know like having others around and find that being on their own is a challenge, for me it is the complete opposite. I love time on my own, and find that being around a lot of people for long periods of time difficult. I think it comes from being a workaholic, if I have stuff to do, I just become so focued that I fail to register anything else, and hate being interrrupted. Not good, as I don not really pay attention and tend to cause havoc at times. Also I think people mistake being alone for being lonely, they are quite different, and I find being on my own I have the time and dpace to think and work through my art, so that when I do get to spend time with friends my focus is on them and not the next piece I have to get finished. The last few days is like having my studio again, and I just did not realise how much I missed having my own space, where I can work and not have to pack up everything at the end of the da, and there is no fear of work being damaged. I miss having my studio and the freedom it gives. Here’s hoping soon.

If only…

Day 073/100

I am like millions of other people tuned in to the opening of the Olympics, I can honestly say I only watched the last bit and waited just to see the Irish team walk in. We are but a small nation but hopefully we will do well. It was nice to see so many women as flag bearers, and for a number of countries to send female athletes for the first time, well done. May be the times they are a changin’. What came to mind as I sat there for what seemed like hours is how all the nations of the world, can lay aside, for a time, their differences and come together, and compete, without letting outside influences dictate. Which is a great feat, yet I was wondering if instead of countries fighting each other on the battlefield, could they not resolve their difference through competitive sport. Where the winning country is determined through the completion of a number of sporting challenges. In the long run it would remove the need for mindless bloodshed and war. But I think that would be only possible in a perfect world, which does not presently exist.