I love the Boyle Arts Festival, and I try to visit every year. I usually only just get to the art exhibitions, but that's good enough for me. Although I would have loved the bubble show! That's the child in me! Anyway, off I went bright and early on Saturday morning, and started my day... Continue Reading →
A Visit to the Solas Art Gallery in Ballinamore, Co. Leitrim
I was out and about in Leitrim last weekend and I finally got the chance to call in to the Solas Art Gallery, I had planned it to coincide with the artists being there for The Leitrim Gathering. I hoped to see Margaret Rattigan who I have featured before on the blog, but sadly she... Continue Reading →
Sunday Thoughts
It’s the last Sunday in October and the clocks went back in the early hours of this morning, so we’ll have a few days of wondering what the time is in old time and new time! I slept really well last night which is nothing short of a miracle after all the nights of book... Continue Reading →
The Hands of Sligo Exhibition on Midwest Radio
I was delighted to chat to Tommy Marren on Midwest Radio again. He was a great help at the beginning of the project when I was looking for volunteers, so it's been great to tell him more about the exhibition in Tubbercurry Library. You can hear the interview here: https://videopress.com/v/ZloRYM95?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true You can read more about... Continue Reading →
The Hands of Sligo – Final Thoughts and Exhibition News
I thought the Hands of Sligo project would be something very special, but it went above and beyond my expectations. It’s been something of a journey, in more ways than one. I have had this idea for so many years, and it's been amazing to see it come to life. My interest in hands goes... Continue Reading →
Andy Parsons; Patience
Sometimes you go to an art exhibition that speaks to your soul. One that moves you and takes you back to days spent in hospital corridors and nursing homes. Hours sitting beside a bed, listening to rattling breathing. Being handed tea and biscuits. Remembering kind words and sympathy. Looking at walking frames without owners. Hearing... Continue Reading →