May 5th, 2007
I am back in the states
but hopefully I will be returning to the UK some time in the future.
At that time I will resurrect this journal.
Thanks for reading.
May 4th, 2007
This is where I went during my free travel period( UK! Hooray!Collapse )
things from london I never posted
I found a Ghandi park
May 3rd, 2007
oops @ 01:10 pm
I'm not in Northern Ireland anymore, tho I will probably post a few more pictures
from the heathrow airport hello!
May 1st, 2007
There is a large cliff-hill thing which overlooks Belfast called cave hill. part of it looks like the silhouette face of a giant who is lying down. I think that part is called Napoleon's Nose.
Anyways I climbed it. twice. this weekend.
the first time I went all the way to the top.
the second time I stopped at the cave and chilled out there before going back down.
enjoyed the prettyness
the view from the top is absolutely gorgeous and of course I didn't think to take any pictures.
the girls and I also went to Belfast castle and enjoyed the sunny Cat Gardens
April 28th, 2007
I will miss Northern Ireland and all the way cool people at the Golden Thread Gallery and Mervyn soo much.
I don't want to go
here's my pretty home in Belfast( flowers and stained-glassCollapse )
April 25th, 2007
I was warned by my program director on choosing gtGallery for my work experience placement that they were in the middle of a move and things would be hectic. I should have known better than to be excited. My first day on the job Peter Richards greeted me outside the Switch Room with a smile bright enough to rival the sun that morning. Inside the new space I found white walls, mostly bare with one or two paintings wrapped in brown paper leaning against them.
After getting acquainted with the new space briefly Peter and I moved up the Crumlin Road to the old space. The old mill where Flax Studios owned space still bore the Golden Thread Gallery sign above its door. The gallery space was anything but bare, although the walls were not covered with art. The floor was strewn with unassembled boxes, giant rolls of bubble wrap and more wrapped paintings ready to be transported. In the offices, where I would spend most of my time over the next few days, boxes were being packed slowly in an attempt to keep operations running until the final seconds of the move. Even though the telephones had not yet been connected in the Switch Room, business as usual continued, via cell phone back and forth between the new and old offices
Compared to the bare walls of the first week, the half covered walls and floor at the beginning of the second week was a great change for the Switch Room space. The walls covered in art and the floors in the wrappings of the works as they continually arrived by post, car, bicycle and foot right up until the last minute. I busied myself contacting artists for more information about their pieces or merely to get the correct name or price for the catalogue. I watched and helped as pieces ranging from a delicate but perilously heavy tower made of sugar cubes, to a star of mirrored glass were carefully and skilfully installed into the space.
The Switch Room seemed to take on a life of its own on the Thursday before the launch as all the televisions, projections, radios and various electronic bits and bobs were being tested, set up and set in motion. As I left the night before the launch a few last pieces were arriving, sending the staff scurrying to put them up and label them correctly. Each piece had its own space in the gallery; from the intricate and complicated "Kuda Bux" to the simply displayed scratchings called "Itch" each piece had its own place and singular feeling.
On the day of the opening things were buzzing. The last pieces were labelled as Lisa flitted around pencilling in information on the white walls of the gallery. Various dignitaries arrived and began to socialize, looking the picture of sophistication with a small glass of bubbly in one hand and a strawberry in the other. Dressed in our finest week listened to speeches made by the deputy Lord Mayor and the Chairperson of the Arts Council of Northern Ireland and a few others. The gallery's contributions to the local community and the wider Belfast area were applauded and good wishes for a bright future in the new space were exchanged.
Finally, at six, all the food and drink were ready and the pieces set, the doors opened. The hordes began to drift inside in small numbers at first and then around seven, suddenly pouring in. While I was sending out invitations the previous week it seemed like the whole of Belfast was being invited. Now it seemed that most of Belfast was going to show up. The opening will go down in the Gallery's history as a success.
April 24th, 2007
April 23rd, 2007
It is lovely to return to Corrymeela one last time to relax. But everything is suddenly ending and I don't know how to deal with it.
I have plans every night this week so I guess I'm leaving Belfast with a bang.
okay some pretty things and rope bridges
everything on the antrim coast is pretty. no lie
someone else made this, I just took a picture
they were everywhere
umm I found a skeleton... kinda creepy
we went to a castle
it had a great view
mark became a statue
and the rope bridge
and didn't fall off a cliff
April 19th, 2007
April 18th, 2007
my name is everywhere.
this bench was knocked over and I was sad
until I fixed it
(thats a fairy mound in the background)
and give thanks for Iona
not my name but still way cool
April 16th, 2007
from Dun I
the highest hill on Iona:
fountain of youth
I was here
April 14th, 2007
Last night was the glorious opening of the Its show in the Golden Thread Gallery's new space entitled "Things We May Have Missed"
hurrah! success. I managed not to get trampled in the rush for free drinks and food, got lots of people to join the mailing list.
I painted this white box white so many times
do you know what/who Kuda Bux was? (something to do with sightless vision)
April 11th, 2007
haha get it?
here is my pretty Island
maybe I'm obsessed, but( there were gorgeous rocksCollapse )
many people lose shoes on Iona
a nice view of the hostel I stayed in
through a sheep bathtub
Iona sheep and Mull in the background
windy but pretty
"the north end of Iona"
the final chapter:
watching the lights on the coast get closer. I got a little sleep, read my silly magazine, listened to my music, escaped the crying baby. now, waiting to get off the ferry I feel awake, ready for Dublin.
When we got off the ferry (on the bus) we were boarded by customs, when questioned I knew to say I was visiting as a tourist for the day and as aresult, in my passport was written "day visit" in scrawling handwriting on a random page. no country, no date.
However, the black family from some other country was not so lucky and, even though they were traveling through Dublin to get to Belfast, another part of the UK,(just like me) they were kicked off the bus. The last I saw of them was the father angrily gazing up at the bus from the police car which was escorting them out of the country.
I am confused why I am allowed into this EU country and they are not, Why they needed a special visa to enter, and I did not, It doesn't seem fair. why are they more likely to be sneaking into Ireland than me?
my visit to early morning Dublin was a nice way to return to the island. I was home in Derry by lunchtime and packing to move to Belfast.
April 4th, 2007
there are thousands of these, beware
I am trying to choose the best
first of all, little girls
still waiting for the parade
s/he was great
kilts and dogs
I don't know...
yup just don't know
S/He was pretty darn awesome, singing something fabulous.