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I am an artist living and working in the West of Ireland. I make drawings,clothes,ZINES and artists books,short films and beloved objects. I have a stall at the Saturday Galway Market (from early february approx through till the last saturday before christmas) ...... if you would like to contact me further please email queenjaneosullivan (at)gmail(dot)com Thanks for visiting !

Friday, March 22, 2013

the listeners film

I recently made this 3 minute film to go with a friends music. 
He composed the piece in response to a walter de la mare poem the listeners.
The Listeners

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest's ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:--
"Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word," he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone. 
Walter de la Mare

Wednesday, March 06, 2013

all a bit sea green in colour..........vunerability part one

SO glad I was told about this inspiring ted talk by dr.brené brown on vunerability
why do we struggle so much with it , how to embrace it as the birthplace of creativity.
Do take a listen if you read this.
If you enjoyed it , two years later her research led to this second talk on vunerability
The courage to be imperfect,to be as she says wholehearted , the word courage comes from the latin for heart coeur.
I am struggling at this time to bring something out into the open , new work that is true and brave and it is so hard, but to not do this will be, for me, the harder option.
I am grateful everyday for the riches in my life.
With all my heart I will say the following to myself every time I feel doubt..............I am enough.
amelie soundtrack

vunerability part two

1* me recently in my favourite field.
2*the decoration on the top of my parents wedding cake 50 years ago , this month.
3*natural history museum , one of my favourite places in dublin , was there(amongst other delights,alice mahers show, the botanic gardens ....) for my birthday in january.
4*my darling mother just before I started to grow within her.

oh how I adore this song-
mid air 
paul buchanan