In the interest of cohesive chronology, let's begin with my "beauty" project. This piece comprises 32 9"x12" drawings. The media include ink, charcoal, graphite, colored pencil and watercolor pencil. Plus gratuitous smudging. I installed the drawings along the length of one of the gallery walls, and unfortunately I was unable to document the entire installation due to other pieces obstructing the view. I am currently working on stitching together the photographs I have to recreate the effect of all 32 drawings laid out horizontally. Below is a bit of documentation, just to give you an idea of how it looked.
"Too Much Everything" I.
"Too Much Everything" II.
"Too Much Everything" III.
"Too Much Everything" IV.
Kelsey imitates her favorite face.
On Thursday this work had to come down. After I finished de-installing, it was time to begin in earnest on my 'politics of place' drawing project, the final on this term. I knew it was to be a late night, so I prepared a miniature feast for myself and a few friends, and fortified my spirits with green tea.
Left this note to myself after a nasty burn, but tonight the thrill of the forbidden beckoned, and I did indeed drink my tea directly from the flask.
Quinoa salad (feta cheese and basil with honey balsamic vinaigrette), freshly made hummus, sesame Ryvita, red dragon wine.
The 'politics of place' project sketch. The piece of 94"x65".
Still a sane hour, as shown by my clean face and only semi-charcoaled hands.
Around 2 am I had a chimney sweep vibe happening, so naturally I burst into song.
At some unearthly hour we left the studio and collapsed into bed. Of those who stayed late, I was the only one to attend Irish Studies the following morning. The others were not incapable of making it to the lecture, but rather preferred to use the day to work. I was envious, especially since the field trip consisted of visiting touristy places (our topic was "The contemporary Burren").
In the blur of exhaustion on Friday.
The mist coming in.
The Burren Perfumery.
On Saturday I had to be up early again to go to Galway. On the way to the bus we noticed some new arrivals in the field across the street.
The cattle across the street from our house have been replaced by horses.
The Christmas market is up and running at Eyre Square. Every stall is tempting: there is are food carts offering sweet and savory crepes, fried breakfast foods, macaroons in the flavors and colors of the rainbow, and exotic meats from kangaroo to springbok. I skipped over the shopping I could not afford and went straight to business picking up the bits and pieces I needed. Loaded up on cappuccino, I took a walk along along the river Corrib, where I passed a defecating wolfhound and made awkward but brief eye contact through a window with a dentist hard at work. St. Nicholas Collegiate Church was ringing out Christmas songs all day. I discovered a few charming clothing shops and an Asian food store on Abbeygate Street, which has become my new favorite spot in Galway city.
Didgeridooist.
Attire for analyst/therapists or actors in a vintage shop.
An Imperial loyalist at the Galway Christmas market.
The River Corrib in the afternoon light.
Horses for safe and easy riding.
I looked around but could not find the author of these words.
Sweet ascots.
Because we had not the least intention of staying until the 6 pm bus, our group of four pooled on a taxi. Our driver was a pleasant enough man, quite old and recently retired, he had lived for many years in San Diego and also knew the East coast of America a bit. Unfortunately he was an incredibly slow driver and did not know where Ballyvaughan was, so what should have been a 40 euro taxi ride ballooned to nearly twice that. Even splitting four ways it was a gross expense. But such is life.
Next time we explore the progression of my final drawing project, stay tuned!
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