Still hurt by Bertie Ahern singling out Congolese people, loss of a community member opened a fresh wound, they say
“It’s literally George Floyd on the streets of Dublin. I can’t believe that scene and that guy with his knee on his neck.”
Woodturners share what they know, says Cathal Ryan, chair of the East Central Chapter of the Irish Woodturner’s Guild. It’s why the guild exists.
The shrine started with a chicken baster, says artist Alison Byrne, which she would take with her to house viewings for luck.
This is “a relatable, moving and hopeful portrait of a group that disintegrated in a very un-rock ‘n’ roll way”. And then gets another chance.
Both Francie Conway and Hugh Buckley have been teaching at the legendary institute since its opening chords in 1989.
“What I tried to do was that two different people could watch this movie, and have two different reactions,” said director Alan Hopkins.
Portraits, self-portraits, highly abstract renderings of cityscapes, recollections of sights at Dublin Airport, and much more.
“The head struggles to make sense of it all, but the heart beats along with every haphazard second of it.”
Róise McGagh’s exhibition “sticks and mountains and huge lone birds” is on now at the College Lane Gallery.
Four bands cycled through the stage at the underground candle-lit Bello Bar last Thursday for the first outing of the monthly Off Grid Fusion.
“This singular eccentric is on an exciting trajectory.”
Báite (The Drowned) is “measured and tight in the fashion of the most watchable mysteries”.