In this world we remain bright and still, still and soundless, soundless but listening, listening to the shadows. In their world, they conjure stars and halos, meteoroids and nebulae, suns and comets, compressing whole universes onto the corner of a handkerchief.
On a ridge of Cork's northern outlands, blackened trees perform their ancient rites. They scarify the hollowed skies with their sharpened tips while snake-thin sentinels watch to the city and the frothing oceans beyond, Their solstice-cleansing scrapes on the psyche of the receding sun. He turns from winter in an explosion, momentarily bleaching the horizon and all else beyond. He has stepped back from the brink. The days will lengthen once again.
Trapped in the web of a spider long dead, a changed perspective lets you imagine that he's in suspended animation rather than just suspended
Last year it was Pigs on Parade and this year, the Jack & Jill Foundation have decided to put Hares on the March around Dublin for spring 2016.
My piece started with Far Eastern folklore. In place of the man in the moon, there is a hare that is pounding herbs to make the elixir of life. As the moon is associated with the monthly cycle, he is also connected with fertility and the wheel of life and death. The Japanese for a hare is Usagi, and for a deity or god is kami or gami so mixing in a bit of French, this piece is called Usagi Gami(NS). If you tickle his ears and ask him nicely, he might spare you a little potion for you to have your own leverets.
Mr Usagi G is packaged up and on his way to the pale as I type. I shall miss our chats.
I'm supposed to be cooking sprout tops for lunch but keep getting distracted by the colours. Hurrah for brassicas that give us such inky purples and defiant yellows!
A crisp autumn day enhances those addictive autumn hues that are splashed, almost randomly, across the array of textures and forms magically emerging from their summer cloaks.
A mosaic of moments