Right, let’s try this again. Every year round this time I think to myself, “Y’know, I really must start doing this more regularly”. More regularly, as opposed to hardly ever of course. So here I am, hopefully you are too. Let’s do this – first blog post of 2018!
I’ve recently been out and about on the hunt for dirty walls again, potential “canvasses” for my powerhose murals. As some of you may know, I trudge through fields and farms, dragging my powerhose behind me with grand ideas in my head and the hope I can find the right wall to bring them to life. I sometimes think when I’m long gone I’ll haunt these hills, still searching for that perfect wall. People will hear a strange wailing sound and they’ll say, “Kevin’s out tonight, I can hear the squeaky wheel on his powerhose.” Then they’ll close the curtains and stay inside and think no more of it.
As always, this series of murals has been in association with Sliabh Beagh Arts. The aim of the organisation has always been to bring art out to where life happens rather than hide it away behind closed doors and they carry out this task with ingenuity, lateral thinking and a real sense of fun. I love being a part of the chaos.
Every now and then you spend a perfect day with your favourite people doing your favourite thing and you realise what you’ve spent your whole life working on has been worthwhile.
I had one of these last weekend.
When my friends’ kitchen cabinet unscrewed itself from the wall and unceremoniously launched itself and all of it’s glass contents onto the floor, smashing everything in it and pulling a light and cable along for the ride, you wouldn’t have thought it would have lead to one of those perfect days.
After the clean up operation my friends decided to create something positive from the incident so they called me and asked would I paint them a mural. They wanted a climbing rose creeping up the wall with plaster cracking and breaking off revealing bricks underneath.
