was at home last weekend and feel like I have just began to know my parents after 37 years on this planet. funny though, my dad is a complex being, a replicate of myself at times, and a character amongst those who understand, have dealt with their issues, but are not afraid to be themselves at any cost.
my mother is and has always been a strong character, never afraid to give as much as was needed to provide well for a family, and at times a woman who I feel never really could express herself.
I feel lucky to have been brought up by two parents who provided the best they could and more, and all along coming from a generation many decades away from mine, if not eons as a measure.
commenting on the photograph which I have laid above, I duly term “degree of seperation”, an analysis of my life so far, so different, and such a contrast against the tougher, people defined, and more community driven life my parents grew up through. this photograph was taken some months back but never published. it was taken outside my parents newly built house, a place they can now rid themselves of any memories of past, start a new life with good neighbours, and move slowly into a retirement they duly deserve with comfort.
Been a busy yet interesting weekend, as a recently joined member of Charleville tennis club in Phibsborough, I attended the annual barbecue and american tournament which was a bit of craic.
The morrissey gig on Saturday night was fantastic, had no ticket upon arrival at the gate and was directed to the box office “caravan” parked across the street at kilmainham,but before I crossed the road I was asked by a stranger if I would like a ticket as this guy’s wife could not make it!!!. I obliged by asking him how much I owed him and he said nothing, just to buy him a pint inside. This was the highlight of the gig and night, the fact that someone like this from across the Irish Sea would offer me a ticket gratis, just added to my belief that there is more to life than money.
I believe in humanity, and community, and living in a world where excess is the real “Evil in life”. I agree that “Evil” is the real root of money (Gregory David Roberts from the book Shantaram)and it can be seen daily and more poignantly by the greed and avarice which has become part of our recent rise in wealth both nationwide and worldwide.
The Neil Young gig on Sunday was a cracker and I think he wears the mask of pain as only a man should, who believes in the injustice of living in a politically poisoned environment.We believe that just because we work hard at making our lives a success that we are owed something, we forget that this is a conditioning we impose on ourselves due to the fact that we should never return to the same scrimping and saving we once partook in. Immediately we have lost sight in the real reason we are alive, ie, to celebrate an existance.
We should spurn materialism and nonsense lies told by worldly inept politicians and greedy business who are sponsored by major thinkers and steamroller conglomerates, buried in a will to generate money and with it profit at the cost of human dignity.
I love life, I do not worship money or material items, a need to keep going until we are ran down or the ten houses we feel we should own.
to all who participated in the spencer tunick exhibition on saturday morning, i salute you for your courage and humility!.
it was a brilliant show, approximately 2600 people in total bearing all, and in the best was saved for the third installation on the beach where it lashed rain, but did not stop the thousands from going that step further in the progression of photographic art.
the second installation was cancelled due to the incliment weather although this did not phase most people. a sense of community and comradeship i have yet to see at any music gig, it was compelling to see and feel and brought me back to basics (as it did i am sure to many more) as a human.
stayed up on saturday to prepare and submit two photographs for the chapelizod community festival, an event i had meant to take part in as a villager for the last three years. the two photographs were taken on friday morning at approximately 8-9am.
the photos speak for themselves although the shot of the swan has particular significance.
I was conversing with a local who was out for a walk with his dogs when i noticed the swans proud display as a territorial deterrant to those around. th
ere was no time to react, just shoot and hope for the best. it worked out well and I got my shot for the exhibition!!!.
the best photographs are captured when you are patient, and eager to sample it all (sights and sounds of nature) without direct involvement in the process.
went to the leonard cohen gig last night and was astounded by the sheer brilliance of the man.
he is around 74 years old and the perfect notes he sang (typically in the bass baritone) were similar as if listening from a cd. respect has to be given to this man and I hope he lives a long life tempered only be the realistically dark and humorous poetry which eminates from his soul.
apart from the gig i have been very busy of late with many projects ongoing with some artistic projects yet to be started.
was speaking to a close friend who might be going to cuba with me in november, fingers crossed, that is. i would love to see the country before it changes in any way politically or otherwise.
was not suprised at the the outcome of the lisbon treaty. seems as if no person really understood much of the debate, any of the real issues or many of the implications involved in the “yes” or “no” vote. all i hear the politicians speaking post vote are “reflect”, “going forward”, or “ratification”. there will be interesting times ahead no doubt.