14 Jul. 2010

Young Model's Dublin Gallery Day

Aengus woke up this morning, ate a banana and a Weetabix and packed something for his lunch. He likes bananas. Linda soon came to get him in her snazzy Smartcar, as Aengus is pathologically unable to be on time. It’s really not his fault.

Arriving at Sligo Train Station, they were soon met by Andy and Carolyn to get the 9am train to Dublin; a research trip for the Young Model Delia boarded at Boyle and Aengus proudly (but modestly) displayed his banana holster. The others were suitably impressed by his practicality and ingenuity.

In the spirit of the moment, Delia reached under the table and pulled off one of her shoes. She explained to us how she had sat up all night carefully stitching the sole back onto the shoe and in the process stabbing herself in leg. She then put her shoe back under the table and never saw it again.

As we approached Connolly Station Delia, feeling a tingle in her toes, realised much to her annoyance that her shoe was missing and quickly alerted the authorities. Although they searched high and low the shoe was nowhere to be found.Everyone was very nice about it and the man sitting opposite us even commented on how nice her shoes were and how he thought they were Gucci.

Carolyn generously lent Delia a pair of socks due to the lack of a second shoe and Linda pulled out a spare pair of shoes, which she had conveniently packed that morning.

Carolyn and the gang then stood at the Luas station while Linda and Andy bought tickets. Carolyn commented on how lovely the man on the train was. The plot requires that we hurry the story on a little so cutting forward a minute or 20…Carolyn has arrived at IMMA , The Irish Museum of Modern Art with the rest of the group in tow. Aengus requested some ‘jazzy’ exclamation marks, so here they are!!!!!! (even though Aoife will kill us for putting them in!!)

Aengus also entered the IMMA courtyard with mild fascination, as the building was a hospital in a previous life. Also he and the others were going to meet the sixth of their party, Colm who had traveled from Cork that morning to join us. Aengus discovered that Colm was from Waterford and numerous other facts concerning his life and cross-country devotion to art.

Carlos Garaicoa

They all entered the Irish Museum of Modern Art and proceeded to view the galleries. Aengus enjoyed the experience immensely taking in many exhibits, sculptures made from books by Carlos Garaicoa , Ferran Garcia Sevilla who dabbles in colourful circles, arrows, hands and feet, and some amazing drawing by Patrick Hall which were part of the Recent Acquisitions to the IMMA Collection . (YM interviewed Patrick a while ago and we’ll have his interview online soon)

Patrick Hall

Next on the agenda was a trip to The Project Arts Centre to see the KING RAT exhibition. Colm knew his way through Temple Bar like a fish in water and he and the others were soon entering the building.

The exhibit’s room was entirely covered in several layers of slippery black paper on which you would traverse to see the pieces; which included a tapestry of smoke (go figure), some strange geometrical shapes interspersed with shadowy faces, several sculptures of shiny dripping blackness € worth a look € and other tapestries and works on canvas. Colm was impressed by this exhibition, although some of the ideas were a little abstract for him to figure out. Carolyn, Delia and Aengus concurred.

After this Carolyn traipsed through the wet streets with the gang to arrive at the Exchange Dublin where we were met by Stephen, he told us about the exhibitions they’ve had, the ones they were having now, and future events. Today, Tuesday is Milk and Cookies night At 6:30 p.m. People would arrive and stories would be told. An acting troupe, who may or may not have been from Edinburgh, will be performing during the week and an exhibition from the photography festival was coming down. Carolyn saw saw many couches, a large amount of baked goods and a lot of tea. It seemed like a really great place for fun things to happen.

Exchange Dublin image from H.U.G.S.?Human Utopian Generation System

Delia was eager to get somewhere indoors after they left the Exchange. It was raining heavily and a little nippy so Linda and Andy left the kiddies to their own devices. (Delia detests being referred to in the diminutive, she’s touchy about her height).

The young of the Young Model traipsed to HMV for some relief from the rain; Colm and Aengus bought metal and jazz CDs respectively and for Delia some headphones. They then commenced the long and confusing walk back to the train station as there was not a Luas to be seen. The train back was consumed with listening to the Tommy and Hector podcast, inventing a Young Model app for iPhone, reading, bidding Delia farewell as she hobbled off shoeless into the sunset, and writing this blog.

As the train slowly whispered through the pancake flat fields of the Midlands and onwards towards Sligo, the Pirates at the other end of the coach grunted to themselves and twitched happily in their sleep. The ghost of Delia’s shoe crooned softly in the corner and the bogger announcement informed us; “beimid isteach i Muillean Cearr!”

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