NOVEMBER-DECEMBER 2010

November 1 was a red-letter day - the day of my conferral with the degree of BA in Fine Art Media.

I enjoyed every minute of the celebrations, but very quickly, it was back to business, doing last minute preparations for the RDS exhibition which was opening two or three days later.








The space was tiny compared to what I had at the college, so obviously I had to limit what I chose to bring.

In this second image, you can see those sorting shelves I mentioned, and of course the inevitable boxes behind the vitrines which haven't yet been set up.

 The walls are lined with some heavy black fabric borrowed from the college which helped to recreate the cosyness of the original space.

The texts were also re-used.

I do not have a view showing the CCTV. It was located on the high shelf, behind the WELCOME card, and attracted quite a lot of attention.

Then, after three days, it was all over.

Everything was packed up and brought back to Tallaght 'to be dealt with'








Those boxes were WANDERING yet again. I've no idea why we put them in the kitchen - possibly in the hopes of sorting them in some way.

 Things had been packed in a hurry, so ended up in open bags and boxes.

At the end of November, the snow came!
Yes, I know that for those of you who live in cold countries, it is laughable to think that a sprinkling of snow like this would cause disruption in people's lives, but in Ireland, it does.
I have to admit, I don't like snow - in fact, I heartily dislike it.
When I was younger, I used to force myself to go out of doors, and get wet and cold and miserable.
Now I have a new strategy. Older people and snow combined cause accidents to themselves, so I stay indoors as long as there is any snow or ice underfoot. I pull the curtains, and don't look outside, and sometimes I even bar myself from watching television so I didn't have to look at the problems caused by the snow.
That is one side of me.
The other side thinks snow is lovely to look at from indoors. This side takes dozens of pictures. No wonder I didn't get much done on sorting out the chaos!

And this was only NOVEMBER!

I've no idea how many snow pictures I took in DECEMBER - looking back over them now, it seems like I didn't do much else.

Of course, with the nights being so long, and the days so short, I took sun rises and sun sets, and street lights as well as roof tops and views out the window.


 There is even a view of an ambulance, complete with blue flashing lights trying to maneuvere down the road in the unpleasant conditions.


 On the right is a scene that looks good enough to eat - what a deception.
Still, even I have to admit that it does look beautiful.


 So what was I doing when I was locked away, forbidding myself to travel across the city to my set-dancing classes, or to make the 350 km journey to Sligo and back?
Well, I did some serious work on this blog, beginning here in September.



You can read about the green C-Box here

The theory is good, but I'm not sure the practice is fully effective!








Anyway, this image shows that the box did get emptied at least on one occasion.







I'm not even mentioning Christmas - a season that I find even more difficult to deal with than 'the white stuff falling from the sky'.

Soon, it would be New Year, and then life would hopefully get down to normal.

I couldn't have been more wrong!