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Barkley Road by Lucy Quin, Artwork by Jack Morris: The Anxiety/Release Collaboration #3

28 Apr

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Creatives Making A Difference

‘Supporting Mental Health’

THE ANXIETY AND RELEASE COLLABORATION

Welcome to the third collaboration in an eight week, fortnightly engagement with the emotions of anxiety and release.  For this particular collaboration we have paired four artists and four poets together. The poets have taken up the theme of anxiety, and the artists, in response, are engaging  with the theme of release. In so doing we’re attempting to artistically and accessibly engage with the dynamics between the two emotions- the clashes and the spectrum between the two contrasting feelings. The poets and artists have been exchanging ideas over a number of weeks and what you’ll be seeing as the weeks roll by is the diverse expression of that exchange.
 The idea is that we will also eventually group these collaborations together into exhibitions and installations to further promote public awareness and engagement with these issues. Your feedback on this project would be very much welcomed.

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This week’s collaboration features

Lucy Quin and Jack Morris (artist)

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.Jack Morris

19 Barkley Road

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Barkley Rd

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It’s always the same dream,
your house is now empty
and the night is lilac purple.
I search the hollow rooms
for childhood memories
under a sky of burnt out stars.
You’re seen only in bursts.
Memories crawl and dance
like shadows along all the walls,
but I lose sight of you
and the house collapses,
everything drops around me.
Clawing at the darkness,
I fall fast and heavy,
eyes dart to catch glimpses of you
as they play like movies,
but they move too quickly —
they always move much too quickly.
It is then I wake up
and I lay very still.
I think of you and your new home,
grass has grown over you —
how running my fingers
along the top of your gravestone
feels nothing at all like
holding your hand in mine.

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You can find more about Lucy and Jack here: .

Lucy Quin

http://lucyquin.tumblr.com/

https://twitter.com/lucy_quin

You can see Lucy’s Weekend Showcase  here.

 

Jack Morris

http://www.jackmorris.org/

http://facebook.com/jackmorrisart

https://twitter.com/jackmorrisart

Jack will be having a Weekend Showcase on ArtiPeeps this Friday

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Please do come back for the last Anxiety and Release Collaboration on Tuesday 13th May  featuring poet Lauren Coulson and artist Cliona Sheehan.

 Tomorrow we’ve got writer Estrella Azul’s second FreeSpace. Do take a look. 

 Thank you for your interest.

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Weekend Showcase: Lucy Quin (Poet)

16 Aug

Spotlight

Every Friday, 1 artist/painter/poet/writer, letting their work speak for itself.

 

Lucy Quin

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Once upon a time
I was struck by lightning,
all of my veins were pulled
one by one through my skin
and out of my body
through the base of my skull.
They were used for jump ropes
to occupy those who could not stand
to watch the human body be dismantled
without the proper occasional distraction.
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My teeth formed an orchestra,
chattering in beat to some minor chord.
My hands became fish
and swam soundlessly off of my wrists.
Not to be outdone,
my feet ran away from my body,
chasing after my fish hands.
They raced off into another dimension.
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It was impossible to see who won,
just then my eyes rolled down
the silhouette of my body
like a gumball in one of those machines
where they spiral for a few moments
before reaching the bottom.
I went to scream but
my lips were on fire
and my tongue thrashed helplessly about
trying to put out the flames.
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And that’s when I began to fall apart.
Every single part of my body
abandoned me.
My brain fashioned a shank
out of my skull and cut itself to freedom.
My temporal lobe stuck its tongue out
as they abandoned ship.
Only my heart stuck around,
beating louder and louder
to remind me it’s the only thing
to ever have complete faith in.

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You can find more of Lucy’s work here:

http://lucyquin.tumblr.com/

or follow Lucy on Twitter here:

https://twitter.com/lucy_quin

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