I have a number of unfinished blog posts but I don't feel like returning to any of them at the moment. Rather I am wallowing in a period of self-obsession. I find these things come in patches. Sometimes it seems like the universe, or at least the little dusty corner of it that I inhabit, is speaking directly to me. Or that I am surrounded by a reverberation of echoes. Not surprising seeing as I watch and listen from my own seashell skull, tuned to the sound of my own waves.
Last year, around this time, I posted a video for the song Half-Orphan, a song about the death of my mother many years ago. In the video there was a still of my mother on the day of her first communion.
A link to the video led to the song being included on the Small Town Scenery album released by Record Collector magazine which in turn led to the band reforming to play the launch night in London a couple of weeks ago. I felt that it was some sort of late recognition of how good we were as a band, which felt (and feels) good.
Having seen the photo of my mother an artist friend was inspired to use it as the basis for a painting which is being included in an exhibition opening this week on the anniversary of my mother's death. Here is an image of the painting.
|The Communicant III Helen O'Sullivan-Tyrrell (oil on canvas) 60 x 50cm|