Yesterday evening I went to the opening of a special art exhibition / event just off Douglas St. in Cork. It's called Notions and it's the work of my good friend, Lauren Baylor. It's so beautiful! It's only open for 3 days and it's in a garden in a convent in the middle of the city, a really serene location. It's based on a story that Lauren has written, the story is so lovely. It's autobiographical, but in Lauren's inimitable fantastical way. I'll ask her if I can reproduce some of it here on the blog.
Here are some pics of the exhibition taken yesterday evening. It's open until tomorrow so i'd recommend popping in. She's selling some really beautiful photographs connected to the work which I hope she'll show on her own blog soon.
UPDATE
I spoke to Lauren today and she gave permission to reproduce some of the (beautiful) story on the blog. Here it is:
Part of it became alive by these characters whose liveliness could spark up a room and animate the night Fiery, warm and fun
Then there was the other part, the art? The quieter one that was dark and the sorrow wanted to dominate
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Have you ever met someone and felt like you knew them before? They have these powers, you see They share and can feel what you feel like sweets...mmm! or a cut knee
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She loves to question and inquire (and hoard up all the answers) She also loves to journey With arms outstretched she dances
Also she is usually mostly starving
WOW, it's all so good. These few paragraphs really aren't doing it justice. I'll leave you with this one last bit...
The heat turns, It bubbles, boils and in a ball-shape it burns The speed it travels Its insides push to the out in a constant race, self-propelling its journey
Is it getting faster? Could it even get hotter? The atmosphere, the darkness, the silence have broken A freak spell like, terror, crackling the air, it fights against itself
Its direction is erratic Its energy majestic The space it finds itself in has transformed in so brief a moment But its impact will last
like the first time you click with someone...time has no meaning any longer, that familiarity of friendship withstands time
This invasion is fiery, quick but it leaves a warmth, like the memory of and unexpected embrace.
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