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adam’s swings.

adam’s swings.

cat on the tea cup.

cat on the tea cup.

photographing with des on a lovely friday afternoon.

photographing with des on a lovely friday afternoon.

helen and her books in the sun and the rain, and the sun and the rain. then the sun again…..this is the land of chaotic weather.
she’s a writer, check out her blog here: http://helenbradshaw.org/

helen and her books in the sun and the rain, and the sun and the rain. then the sun again…..this is the land of chaotic weather.

she’s a writer, check out her blog here: http://helenbradshaw.org/

feeding the sheep, and other short stories.

feeding the sheep, and other short stories.

so so very green, is that grass.

so so very green, is that grass.

spent some time photographing in a car park a few nights ago. loved this little car! can it be called ‘night photography’ when there is so much light to work with??

spent some time photographing in a car park a few nights ago. loved this little car! can it be called ‘night photography’ when there is so much light to work with??

my friend, conall kelleher, recently had a solo show at the pallas project studio, dublin. gently titled ‘A Light Drift’ i had the pleasure of photographing it and wish to share it with you all.

conall’s work incorporates a mixture of installation, film, painting and illustration, all centering around the concept of finding guidance, while lost in society, with the help of nature. nature finds its way into this show through the delicate drawings of animals, (this show in particular sees a bear appear frequently) and a few branches here and there. while quietly enveloped with the sound of notes plucked on a ukelele. his work is a manual of sorts, a form of self help with,  as the artist states, ‘a personal and fictional directionlessness’.

each piece in the gallery space leads the viewer into a state of calm. the overall tone of the show does not overwhelm and the observance one experiences seems to only be disturbed when you realize how sore your knees are from sitting on the wooden floor for so very long, just immersed. whether immersed in the peaceful folds of a woolen blanket or the darkest blues of a circular painting, dotted with such wise eyes, it is impossible to leave the space without a gentle breathing pattern and a light heart.

you can check out more of conall’s work here: http://conallkelleher.blogspot.ie/

and the pallas project studio here: http://www.pallasprojects.org/

a beautiful poochie i saw in town yesterday. i wish he had a huge field to run in.

a beautiful poochie i saw in town yesterday. i wish he had a huge field to run in.

conversations with Gromit this evening.

conversations with Gromit this evening.

same place. different week.

i wanted to see what this place would look like if it was purple. or if you want to be more specific, magenta. intentional magenta, not the kind that crops up because your images are badly printed.

i wanted to see what this place would look like if it was purple. or if you want to be more specific, magenta. intentional magenta, not the kind that crops up because your images are badly printed.

the green shed. it’s a fine shed.

the green shed. it’s a fine shed.

des. you shall not paaaaaaaaaaaaass! on a sunday afternoon walk.

des. you shall not paaaaaaaaaaaaass! on a sunday afternoon walk.

adam’s swings.

adam’s swings.

cat on the tea cup.

cat on the tea cup.

freddie

freddie

photographing with des on a lovely friday afternoon.

photographing with des on a lovely friday afternoon.

helen and her books in the sun and the rain, and the sun and the rain. then the sun again…..this is the land of chaotic weather.
she’s a writer, check out her blog here: http://helenbradshaw.org/

helen and her books in the sun and the rain, and the sun and the rain. then the sun again…..this is the land of chaotic weather.

she’s a writer, check out her blog here: http://helenbradshaw.org/

feeding the sheep, and other short stories.

feeding the sheep, and other short stories.

so so very green, is that grass.

so so very green, is that grass.

spent some time photographing in a car park a few nights ago. loved this little car! can it be called ‘night photography’ when there is so much light to work with??

spent some time photographing in a car park a few nights ago. loved this little car! can it be called ‘night photography’ when there is so much light to work with??

my friend, conall kelleher, recently had a solo show at the pallas project studio, dublin. gently titled ‘A Light Drift’ i had the pleasure of photographing it and wish to share it with you all.

conall’s work incorporates a mixture of installation, film, painting and illustration, all centering around the concept of finding guidance, while lost in society, with the help of nature. nature finds its way into this show through the delicate drawings of animals, (this show in particular sees a bear appear frequently) and a few branches here and there. while quietly enveloped with the sound of notes plucked on a ukelele. his work is a manual of sorts, a form of self help with,  as the artist states, ‘a personal and fictional directionlessness’.

each piece in the gallery space leads the viewer into a state of calm. the overall tone of the show does not overwhelm and the observance one experiences seems to only be disturbed when you realize how sore your knees are from sitting on the wooden floor for so very long, just immersed. whether immersed in the peaceful folds of a woolen blanket or the darkest blues of a circular painting, dotted with such wise eyes, it is impossible to leave the space without a gentle breathing pattern and a light heart.

you can check out more of conall’s work here: http://conallkelleher.blogspot.ie/

and the pallas project studio here: http://www.pallasprojects.org/

a beautiful poochie i saw in town yesterday. i wish he had a huge field to run in.

a beautiful poochie i saw in town yesterday. i wish he had a huge field to run in.

conversations with Gromit this evening.

conversations with Gromit this evening.

same place. different week.

i wanted to see what this place would look like if it was purple. or if you want to be more specific, magenta. intentional magenta, not the kind that crops up because your images are badly printed.

i wanted to see what this place would look like if it was purple. or if you want to be more specific, magenta. intentional magenta, not the kind that crops up because your images are badly printed.

the green shed. it’s a fine shed.

the green shed. it’s a fine shed.

des. you shall not paaaaaaaaaaaaass! on a sunday afternoon walk.

des. you shall not paaaaaaaaaaaaass! on a sunday afternoon walk.

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Just as the ocean continues to push a seemingly never-ending supply of rocks towards the shore, the World pushes an unquantifiable multitude of visuals towards us. For the artist, these photographic opportunities present themselves in such abundance that choosing one or more to photograph is tantamount to walking up and down the length of a beach and choosing one rock after another to throw into the waves, watching how far it travels, and the impact it creates. We can only take a few rocks at any one time. Something is photographed, and launched back into the world from which it came; having once gone unnoticed it can now be reconsidered Think of these images as an exploration of figurative rocks. Throwing them back, one after another, in to the ocean they came from. Patricia (Trish) is 24 years old and is a fine art graduate. She takes her camera everywhere and wants to photograph (mostly) everything she sees. She's based in Dublin, Ireland. She works in a lil' cute organic coffee house in Wicklow and freelances as a photographer when not serving coffee to strangers. (All images are hers, unless otherwise stated) She also has a modest website: https://sites.google.com/site/patriciamccormackphotography/ web hosting
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