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David Beattie, Robert Blake, Cormac Browne, Jessica Conway, The Crepe Crypt, Simon Cummins, Daniel Fitzpatrick, Jane Fogarty, Teresa GIllespie, Gemma Gore, Paul Hallahan, Sarah Forrest & Virginia Hutchison, Dragana Jurisic, Katyayani's Vegetarian Food, Marion Kelly, Kevin Kirwan, Serena Lee, Jonathan Mayhew, Luke McCreadie, Rob Murphy, Oisin O'Brien, Liam O'Callaghan, Helena O'Connor, Michael O'Rourke, Seoidin O'Sullivan, Lucy Pawlak, Susana Pedrosa, Alan Phelan, Pm, Eoghan Ryan, RGKSKSRG, Tim Stott, Senjia Topcic, Matías Vértiz, Lee Welch, Marysia Wieckiewicz

Month: March, 2013

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So on my way home I get off at Pearse. an unusual stop for me. Walk in. End up in Sweny’s a magical old chemist bookstore. It seems like it would have a hand. I go in and look around. It is wonderful. Old bottles. Wood shelves. Books about fragments of an old but disused chemist. Two gentlemen one orderly the other rather non description but covert. The older chap starts in about Walsh from my asking about the day it being Easter and how was business. He proceeds to go into some depth but is far over my head and I have no idea what this clerk with Bow tie, white lab coat and Dali like facial hair is recalling. History of the Walsh. CUT He then explains they do Joyce readings there and points to chairs lined up with cushions behind the counter. CUT I ask if they by chance have a spare hand for me. He then reaches or my third hand and examines it. Detailing or rather reading it. It is an artistic hand he indicates knowingly. You can tell by the two centre fingers pointing inward of each other. The line at the base of the thumb where he points and says this line means a medium will be located. I fade as he twists the hand round and says something followed by this means they are intelligent. He states a few other observations. He finally is reading my palm. He looks at my hand and re states the previous…

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Slipping between the boundaries of categorisations.

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stew

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monoprint

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LukeMcCreadie_words

– Luke McCreadie

Ajay Kurian’s Gift Exchange

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nomorepresence

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timeandlifebuilding

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berbercarpet

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concentriccircles

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inthepost

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infectious

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acouple

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itisverysweet

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aviewtocureme

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discreetframer

addressing an unknown addressee

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It’s not the kind of thing you normally write to a complete stranger.

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IMG_0916

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We begin to see the circle but only have a blind sense of whats encircled.

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Rapture comes with the something deeper that cannot be seen or understood. I think it tends to cause a rupture.

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Absolutely. Beauty grows as the edge of the circle shimmers defining something deeper than a surface.

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A beauty is not suddenly in a circle. It comes with rapture. A great deal of beauty is rapture. A circle is a necessity. Otherwise you would see no one. We each have our circle.

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Stop. Yes.
Smash up.
Great expectations.

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go go go go
stop!

something’s catching up
crash

ooops wasnt expecting that

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a one-man two-man show

two voices

one actor

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the silence worked brilliantly after that.

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IMG_0913

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strategy

dare to fail

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artoffailure

Jan’s Hospitality

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Going Postcard After Michael

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goingpostcard

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Am i interrupting your indulgences?

HIS MASTER’S VOICE:

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On Voice and Language addresses the uncanny, irritating or comical moments produced by the human voice and language. This selection of performances, videos and web projects lets spectators experience the emotional, social and political potential of the voice. How is the voice connected to the body and identity of the individual? What happens when the spoken word detaches itself from the speaker, the text from its meaning, the sound from the image? What if the voice no longer belongs to the body from which it emanates? The artists in this exhibition listen to ventriloquists and voice-over artists as well as propagandists and preachers. They explore and re-enact historic and contemporary speech acts, probing the emotional and spiritual effect of the vocal power and word games, and playing with shifts of meaning and identity. While doing so, they also experiment with the various media used to record, reproduce or silence the voice.

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It brings up the whole subject object question. Is there a point that a voice becomes an object independent of its speaker?

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saturated

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poaching

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(((O))) is the name of some band….

waiting for midnight

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hankscough

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There is something regarding ‘displacement’ at play within the works that leaves one disconcerted.

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I think licking a frog could help

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and after tears…a frog chorous.