Live Art Ireland Residency 2022
Milford House, Tipperary 

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These early apples

are tasting sweeter than they should.

Prematurely plucked from curling barks

and entwining limbs,

they’ll soon be caught in the nettled tarp

with a sting that's sweeter too

and sweeter still, from the hand of Eve.

 

The cut nailed serpent, housing barley in their bed.

They’ve been measuring magic potions

among their good graces.

 

Three, to be exact. 

 

Our tail bones have bruised the sun riddled steps,

willing the birds to bathe.

Instead, they mock me from my lemon room.

I can feel their bitter call through adjoining walls.

That flirtatious scent of peat lined water 

is calling upon a five side field,

where the fruits roll towards the home road

a blade of grass, out of reach.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At Milford house there was the nude, truly. In every sense. 

 

Embraced by the breeze, absorbing the sultry mid Summer sun, this was a space for me to occupy the stillness, silence, the blankness of time. 

 

This space was a gift, very much appreciated. Even more so was the deeply intense connections with all the occupants, humans and animals alike. With myself too. I’ll carry this throughout what I hope is a long and full life and artistic practice.

 

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