Dead and Gone

WHAT need you, being come to sense, 
     But fumble in a greasy till 
     And add the halfpence to the pence 
     And prayer to shivering prayer, until 
     You have dried the marrow from the bone; 
     For men were born to pray and save: 
     Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone, 
     It’s with O’Leary in the grave.

Spent some time in and around the docks area of Galway City, Ireland. Together with Eve and Mallet we erected this sign, Dead and Gone, taken from the WB Yeats poem, September 1913. The area will undergo a transformation in the coming months – the tanks being removed. Respect to the tins full of beans, a land mark in Galway.

I’ve Become A Magpie (solo show at G126)

 

I currently have a show at the artists led space G126 in Galway, Ireland 

November 27th – December 13th 2008        http://www.g126.eu/    

It’s called I’ve Become A Magpie because I get inspiration from many people and places and I like shiny things – sometimes borrowing them without telling anyone.

New works in the show are made up of collage, photography, installation and video made over the past two years while living and working in New York City.

There is an element of collaboration involved through working with others in an open environment both conceptually and practically within the making of the pieces. The show features collaborations with two other artists taking the form of video (Kay Merryweather) and photography (Vivienne Griffin)

Some images of the work :

SURRENDER

There comes a time when you just have to lie down and let it all wash over you.

…now, can we just start all over again?

Crying inside is so contrived….

Are they dead?

Maybe….probably just looking for attention.
A big mess made here, we built our own apartment and then trashed it, involving lots of cake, breaking cups and saucers etc…..

Down and out

Scumbags in black and white….