Category: Art
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Don’t Forget – Single Artwork
I’m proud and excited to reveal the artwork for my forthcoming single, Don’t Forget, which is out on Friday the 28th of May. The image was photographed by me on a snowy day in 2021. Once the decision to release Don’t Forget was made, it was over to Graphic Designer Donny Keane to take my…
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Eighteen – The Honest Writer
The honest writer knows that there are times when words fall short.The astute writer knows when to defer to the image, the sound, the scent; this is why, when we are working within our own medium, we show, and do not tell.In the case of this photograph, I feel the writer in me must step…
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Fourteen – Exposure
The taking and subsequent selection of a photograph to inspire a written piece, involves a visceral reaction to the image in question. The arising text is borne of the same response. As is the aim of this endeavour, spontaneity and freedom are at the heart of both. It therefore interests me that the subject of…
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Eight – Formations
What do you see, in the forest in the sand?This is what I have found –There is no wrong way in.There are myriad paths.It is as dense as time allows.Its depth unfurls in the looking.It has no less creaturesThan the verdant kind.You can still get lost.It shows meHow there can be beauty in chaos; In…
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Seven – The Lighthouse
There is a quiet dignity about the lighthouse at dawn.Nothing of its patient humility in this time speaks of sea darkness endured,Of its incessant vigilance throughout the night;Of what that could do to its light.I’ve stood beneath it, in the dark;Watched reflected water apparitions make waves of its wallsFrom the harbour, its softly pulsing beaconGentle…
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Five – Beneath the Viaduct
Today, I thought of Vienna.Remembered myself, moving through the Albertina,Between the ribcage frames.Considered the concept of having one’s finger on the pulse.How that is not the actual heart, but merely proof of its existence.Much in the way that a frame can tell us,Art lives within. Today, I thought of Santorini.Watched a panorama of its white…
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Four – The Writer at Dawn
The writer at dawn knows that there is something to be saidFor seeingWhen the time is right.She takes her cue from the pink preludeTo the next great rising. The writer at dawn knows the blank pageCan too become tippedWith hues of now,And of what is to come. The writer at dawn knows that this is…
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Three – From the Perspective of the Dahlia
How must it feel to remain blooming, when all around you, decay has begun? When autumn’s fire is on the wane, And daylight lost. As you watch the encroaching dusk from your bed, And there is no one there to see. I ask this of you, because you are found in many bright colours, Yet…
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Two – Suspension
When a leaf falls from a tree in autumn, its work is not done. Though no longer living, it still has much to do. Among these things, is the sheltering of small creatures at a time of hardship for them. It did so for the large ones in summer past, on walks in nature that…
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There Are No Fixed Stars – Day One – A Creative Response To Now
As I write, Ireland has today commenced a six-week period of restrictions under the Plan for Living with COVID-19. The assigned Level is 5 – the highest. We’ve been here before, though the concept of levels had not been devised at that stage. But this time, it feels a little different for me. I found…
Emma Hynes 