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Interventions on the beach at Fanore

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Today was a lovely day, part of it involved a journey to Fanore beach. I did something that I had not done for a while, that was go for a walk on the beach on my own with my old camera, sorry no images yet, I will have get the film processed! The sand was formed into miniature sand dunes with little islands of no dunes, in these islands  I wrote words, such as: Love, unity, joy, smile, laugh and Free Tibet.

I also found the piece of silk from a Foxford blanket  that had been a wedding present given to my parents. I had been carrying around in my camera case for years, taking photographs of it in different situations. The pale blue piece of silk was very fragile and had come away from the rest of the blanket. I repaired the length of silk with horses hair. It reminded me of the the white silk scarves that it is traditional for Tibetan Buddhists to give when they met someone. It also reminded me of the Tibetan prayer flags also known as Wind Horses. I took some photographs of the silk going across a large rock, in places it was a bridge and in there places it was a pale blue path. It was fun to do these playful interventions again.

The last time I did an intervention on Fanore beach was 7 years ago when I stuck bamboo leaves in the sand I had written words about the surrounding area on the leaves, then waited for the sea to come in and to see what would happen the leaves; how the words would be effected by the sea and how the leaves would be dispersed and float on the in coming waves, and I documented this. I enjoy the playful, poetic, absurdity of these interventions!

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Written by Marianne Slevin

4 September, 2008 at 11:01 pm

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  1. James,
    We expats must stick together. probably because we cant understand anyone else around us.
    Add a couple of “socialble ales” into the equation and it is easier to do a hula dance with ants in your pants than understand what the auld lads are saying. thou in Kilkenny you can bet its something about hurling.
    Been to Ennis in Claire, the music is magic there.
    Love the image of a Russian teaching me spanish, thou the part about drinking saki at midnight with a fish in my ear just makes me nostalgic for my single days….
    malinda

    malinda

    5 September, 2008 at 1:30 pm


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