August should be the height of summer with flowers in full bloom and the fields ripe for harvest. I took a few days out to go to Achill Island and planned to walk , beachcomb and relax - not necessarily in that order! Things go a little differently on the West Coast of Ireland and I spent a bracing few days buffeted by gales, sandblasted on the beach and getting mostly soaked each time I ventured outside. It was worth it though to see the force of nature and the majesty of the Atlantic Ocean. No wonder some fishing boats end up as wrecks, wooden and rusty memorials left to go back into the sands over time. In the studio, I continue to make memorials, conscious of how they might stand the test of time. Above, just one example of making material the metaphor of the fragility of a house of cards. How easily toppled it is, how many things its unbalance could stand for, from the environment to the peace process in Ireland. Leaking boats and driftwood are also under consideration.
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