Finding my signature moves. Cailleacha damhsa (Dancing Hags) I’m a visual person, is it weird that I can’t visualise myself? Kicking a new film idea into pre-production is tough, I resist opening the door because I am fully aware there is no closing it...
For my swimming sister Colleen It is not the cold that scares me, my screams are piercing though, it is the power. I need to make peace with the ocean, its potential for harm. I have previously run into the water on southern sands, naked, an offering of myself and my...
What Kind of Courage? To leave family, country and your night sky? What kind of courage does it take to migrate, to journey worlds away from home? For me Irish culture is not performative, it is expressive. That is, not fixed traditionally as ‘Irish’, more...
Ghostly ghosting ghosts – the wonders of the dark A years work in 25 mins felt for eternity. A Chuisle mo Chroí (Pulse of My Heart) A Chuisle mo Chroí My Honours film research project titled A Chuisle mo Chroí (Pulse of My Heart) has resulted in a...
A HAG SIDESHOW AT HIDDEN FESTIVAL The door swings open into a darkened theatre. “Do you dare meet the women you were warned about?” Peering into the dim-dark, we see at the far end, a tall dollhouse, its many windows flickering with dancers. On one wall projected neon...
Lights, Hags, Action – the Wonders of May What a wildly fabulous month this May has been, arriving like a creative firestorm. “Bealtaine na mban” — May of the women — when the veil between the worlds is thin, when feminine power, spirit, and story move...
