Another example of a beautiful minimalist ceramic work from Nuala, a graduate from Galway IT ceramics......
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This is a piece for the final year of Ceramics in Galway IT, it’s by Naula a friend of ours. I can’t hope to remember what it was all about (it was deep) but I loved the minimalism.
Clare, my fiance, is featured in the current issue of Ceramics Review. Limerick Art College was the only Irish college covered in this years review and Clare was one of the two students featured. I order a copy on-line we’re expecting it in the post soon...
I took this photo many months ago at a final year show. Original artwork by Paraic Leahy, a student in Limerick College Of Art And Design. I’m afraid that’s all I know about it but I love the simplicity and the almost random nature of the placement frames and the random choice of subject matter painted on like Polaroids. In fact I really like the idea of framing a Polaroid, it’s a little bit odd or should I say different - interior designers take......
Another exhibition from from this years TWEAK festival. More information can be......
This is the work of Video and Audio Artist, Giovanni Longo and Peggy......
I haven’t posted in awhile, it’s mostly down to been too busy with design work for TWEAK, also my site has experiencing some problems, hopefully it’s resolved now.
This was one of the interactive exhibits from the TWEAK exhibition, the dials control the colour and frequency of the colour flashes (RGB) and it also outputs sounds that correspond to the visuals. In all there were four pieces that the users can interact with.......
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One of the most interesting exhibits at La Biennale di Venezia was a piece on the International Property Rights of the AK-47 Assault Rifle, it was interesting because I didn’t expect the be reading about the AK-47 in a Art Gallery, although in saying that the Art Gallery was actually housed in Arsenale which was a shipyard and naval depot, which seems a little bit more appropriate.
The gun was designed by Mikhail Kalashnikov in the former USSR, of course if he had of lived in the capitalist western society he’d be a billionaire by now but as it is he’s forced to attach his name to a Vodka.
So who owns the the rights, check out the story of one man’s attempt to find out exactly......
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After a very pleasant 10 days spent holidaying in beautiful Kerry, I've passed the last 72 hours (and counting) laid up in bed with an extremely nasty flu (complete with mild bouts of delirium).
On one of my very rare trips from the bed to the computer I stumbled across the below photo and was reminded of a question asked (by Copernicus) on this very blog way back in December of 2005:1
The question concerned a "giant warrior figure in the People's Park [Limerick]" who "kept getting its knob chopped off, supposedly by outraged citizens". I hadn't thought about this emasculated artwork in years, and, since my memories of the specifics were fairly vague, I vowed to do a bit of digging to see if "before" and "after" images of the warrior could be found.
As is often the case, this...
I happily, and freely, admit to being a frequent experiencer of (what I like to call) "Book Horn" - that delicious frisson of joy and expectation felt upon encountering a book that seems to have been conceptualised and written specifically with oneself in mind.
"We" currently live in something of a "journalistic" world - where trite, glib and shallow engagements with this, that and (indeed) the other are part of our daily diet. One alternative to this unsatisfying repast can be found in the rich meatiness of academic discourse - but even (or, perhaps, particularly) there one often finds a subject close to one's heart being strangled and suffocated by inhibition, excessive discipline, and regurgitation.
Only occasionally (and these are magic moments) does one come across a volume...
Apologies if you've just spurted your precious morning coffee all over your keyboard, but the above graffito does indeed say what you think it says. Take another look. Yup, it's still there.
To add an extra layer of intrigue (or, simply, seediness) I should point out that the piece was discovered beside a public toilet. Not only that, but it appears to have been written in nail varnish (a sample has been sent to the lab. Results not yet known).1
Though the message may seem garishly clear, the inclusion of the (author's?) name "Cathal" gives us some pause for thought and reflection.2
The stray "V" in the middle of the photo could be interpreted as "Versus". If that's the case then we're left with "Cathal Vs. Vaginas are Cool" - a Dadaist spin on the likes of Godzilla Vs. King Kong. 3...
I'm not sure to what extent "Grafitti Studies" has (as a discipline) permeated academic institutions, but I'd be surprised if the below offshoot of the artform has recieved much scholarly attention.
The circumstances in which such graffiti is created are quite specific: customer enters a shop looking for a nice pen; customer decides to try out a selection before making a purchase; customer finds a scrap of paper reserved for pen testing and gets scribbling.
The results of this activity are usually fairly unremarkable - squiggly lines, the individual's signature etc. Occasionally, however, the customer - faced with this opportunity to express him/herself - opts to engage in some quick doodling (a spurty penis perhaps?) or to compose a cryptic/crude message.
I can never resist...
After almost six weeks of relentless rain the beleaguered (and damp) inhabitants of this island were finally, shockingly, treated to a Saturday of glorious sunshine.
We spent the afternoon lazing by a stream in a "bog" near Ornamore, Co. Galway. It was quite wonderful.
Making our way back to our friends' farmhouse we passed through an enchanted wood. As I entered a sun-dappled clearing I suddenly fell to my knees, seized by a wave of otherworldly ecstasy.
Realising that a Knock/Fatima-like miracle might be unfolding before his astonished eyes my friend Alan grabbed my camera and quickly captured the below image:
First glances reveal nothing too mysterious. However...after a session of contrast adjustment, image sharpening and...er...prayer, fantastic shapes and figures begin to...
Things may appear to have been fairly quite around here of late, but I haven't been totally unproductive. Like a beaver on crack I have been...er...beavering away on another project and now, finally, it can be unveiled.
*Pulls on piece of ceremonial braided rope. Curtains draw back*
Dah, dah! There you go. A lovely, shiny new blog - Greetings Earthlings: An Alien Miscellany.
Before you scratch the head and type something tooth-grindingly annoying like "WTF??" allow me to explain what it's all about by quoting my "about" page:
Welcome to Greeting Earthlings (GE) - a blog for those haunted, fascinated or amused by illustrations, photos and descriptions of "alien" entities. Part "art project", part encyclopaedia, the blog is intended as a place where the imaginative potential of alien...
After an extremely pleasant weekend spent walking, talking, swimming, getting plastered (etc) with a couple of old (English & Welsh) pals down on the Dingle Penisula, I return to blogging duties in something of a Neolithic (or is it Mesolithic?) frame of mind.
While we didn't engage in any concerted exploration of the peninsula's many monuments, we did catch sight of some natty beehive huts out on Slea Head. Almost on a par with the nattiness of the huts themselves was this nearby sign (snapped by our friend "Devo"),
There's something quite wonderful about it...though I'm not entirely sure what.
Anyway, as thoughts of things stoney and ancient are fizzing about my lobes I may as well dig out a few (year-old) standing stone images and fling them in your directions. The...
Back in our conker-playing, football sticker-collecting days, my primary schoolmates and I were in clear and enthusiastic agreement as to the funniest thing ever dreamed up by humankind: The campfire farting scene in Blazing Saddles. It had no serious competition (although a joke involving a passenger having a poo out a train window did, at one time, run it reasonably close).
Though farts and poos remain, of course, potent comic muses, the sad reality is that they just don’t occasion as much hilarity as they once did. When last I saw Blazing Saddles, for example, I sat stone-faced and disappointed throughout much of it. Even the copious wind-breaking left me cold.
The reason why childhood/childish humour is on my mind is as follows. Last weekend, for some reason, "The Sailor’s...
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Ah, yes...another glorious Monday on the banks of the Shannon. From where I lie all I can hear are birds a-twittering, lawnmowers a-mowing and insects a-buzzing...
I'm only relying on auditory prompts however for (like a pale, wan, consumptive Victorian child) I'm cuddled and huddled up in bed with the curtains drawn. While everyone else enjoys the fruits of global warming I lay here smothered and suffo-ma-cated with a bitch of a cold. So it goes...
As is my wont on such days I have forsaken the morning shave. Though such a move may lend other men a smouldering and rugged look, it does little for me other than make me look considerably sicker. It's a source of some regret to me that I've never been able to produce decent quantities of facial hair, the main problem being that I have...
While beating the election target, the Taoiseach can produce a sound and his eye give out light. The pensioners were beaten the inside to can call.
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Few art critics (even the most stuffy, hidebound and be-monocled) would likely deny the viability of graffiti as a contemporary urban art form. Those that remain ambivalent or unconvinced, however, need look no further than the mean streets of Limerick for vibrant and provocative proof of the form's worth.
The below graffito, for example, was discovered some time ago in an alley off Clontarf Place. The camera phone used to capture it does not really do the creation justice, but the image still hints at the "street art" riches that surround us:
Graffiti cannot, of course, be spellchecked, so perhaps the agitating artist/author can be forgiven for three misspelled words in a four word sentence. By "Laural [sic] Hill" he/she presumably means "Laurel Hill": a reputable and ever so...
A doodle. Done at work. Inspired by the day that's in it. Or possibly something else entirely.
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