Looks at book shelf, goes through record collection, film collection, own paintings and photographs.
Expression and voice have many subtleties, languages and outlets.
And there is so much of it, if we are talking about environments from which we speak. Places with funky people.
Ever feel there are times when there is no one to hear and times when there are many around? The times we have the words and times we don’t, often times, when time itself, gives or takes the time needed? Good times to go make a song, a wall, a garden, a poem, a mess. Get our voice together and signal others.
There is, as far as I can see, a social whack to disorient, hinder and silence expression. To make it as hard as possible, to drive you down another route.
A whole chain of events and conditions stirring the struggle pot.
That is true.
Repeat those whacks on anyone and see cracks appear and people disappear.
That is also true.
There is a concerted social effort to paint this picture. It’s not only towards men.
‘Men don’t talk. Men don’t open up. Men don’t express themselves. Men struggle with these things’.
The environment has changed. Some parts by a little and slowly, while others awkward and fast. How we are attached to those adjusts our adjustments.
We are all involved.
These are not idle claims.
This painting, ‘Ghost town / Down By Law’ (92x92cm oil on canvas), and four more from myself, another on canvas, two on paper and a photograph, are for sale and shown at Lisheen’s House, Skibbereen.
The exhibition will run from 01 December 2017 to 31 January 2018 Open 10:00 – 17:00 Monday to Friday.
Lisheens House can be contacted in relation to the exhibition here and by Twitter and Facebook.
There’s an amazing music lounge. A good place to be alone in company or talk or listen.
There’s also a walk by a river just around the corner.
‘Men do talk. Men do open up. Men do express themselves…
And if we are struggling to find a way through on our own or in the environment we are in, then there a places like Lisheens House.
Open to all.
Here’s a poem by Stephen James Smith I heard yesterday and I’m going to listen to it again.
Also go check out this podcast by Rubber Bandit: Blindboy Boatclub , there are hugs to be had.
Thanks for reading this far.
Please visit the exhibition, take a friend, spread the word, click the links, buy what you like, or buy what you can afford, or just drop a few coins in the jar.
It all goes towards expanding a good place.