Em-BOG-iment, September 2024
Em-BOG-iment is a film produced by Tony Whelan of Canola Pictures. He reached out to me after reading my essay on Em-BOG-iment and invited me to perform and narrate it — a magical collaboration ensued. Em-BOG-iment was filmed on-site in my homeland in the wilds of East Clare, Ireland. It documents a personal and collective remembering through playful interaction with the Irish landscape.
TIME, March 2023
‘Time’ is a research project dedicated to this one tragic and intangible thing. I am fascinated by the concept of time and how it travels.
In this research video I discuss the nature of Time. I also discuss the concepts of cyclicality and circularity which much of my work revolves on.
There is a temporal nature to what I do - I often creates things only to let them decay. In this way my work embodies the changing land from which it came. It is seasonal - sometimes it is as fleeting as a blade of grass.
It rises and falls with the rhythms of nature - between the constant moving of life into death into light into dark to sunrise to sunset to the inhale through to the exhale and on and on forever.
Put simply - it lives in non-linear time.
GRASSROOTS
May 2023 — continuous
“Because just as the mystery unfolds, it holds..’’ — excerpt from my poem, Grass.
‘Grassroots’ weaving was a project birthed in 2023, during the M.A in Cornwall, when the Spring arrived as a blast from infinite blue, blue sky, and all tiny, delicate things breezed upwards from the roots. Grass drags us ever so gently down, in the most imperceptible way.
It is often the simplest things that go unseen, and this is why I chose grass as a visual metaphor, developing a body of written research and embodied practice dedicated to that one, particular thread. That which grows so often yet unnoticed, the whole wide world around. This is an ode to grass as a symbol of oneness and unity, governing, however gently, our one earthly abode.
Those little fronds are tying us all together, somehow - holding the soils in place, holding us down (with the help of gravity, of course) and growing spontaneously up and down, despite winter freezes, drought, and even sometimes through cracks in the concrete.
All around the world there is grass. It tickles. And though each blade of grass is individual and unique, just as each human being is unique, when viewed from a distance, they are collectively whole. Grass blowing in the breeze makes the ground sway.
‘Grassroots’ is a journey through grasslands near and far. Using natural materials of jute string and freshly picked grass, the weavings can be hung on a wall to memorialise something dying, always born.
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