Not every day can be a touring day...so we got busy with the business of art. Preparing for Olive's big exhibition this Friday evening (and it is so lovely! I cannot gush enough about her new body of work. It is gorgeous!), and also beginning the plans for our own little show, which will take place next Wednesday. Yes, it is already time to think about the end of our time here (cue loud sobbing and gnashing of teeth).
The Twisted Chickens workshop will make its Irish debut this Saturday, and Tangled Botanicals next Tuesday. I am so excited to start a band of Irish rebel doodlers!
We ended a very productive day with our favorite pub theater at John B Keane's. It is the anniversary of Mary Keane's passing, but the show went on, "shop face" for everyone. Mickey MacConnell played a song new to us, "The Leaving." Here in Listowel, young men and women receive results of exams today which will determine their futures, many of them leaving to pursue higher education or apprenticeships. Today, my son moves into his dormitory at the University of Florida, and Mickey's song had me in tears from the first line.
But there were many lighthearted moments as well, including a gregarious Australian whose accent was lovely but a bit confusing amidst all the brogue, a muralist from New York who was enjoying her first taste of Guinness, and a fantastic performance from "The Field" in which the actor, playing the bishop, had Diane and I nearly confessing to a fictional murder.
I've rambled on a bit in this blog today. But let me leave you with this: we've been to pub theater time and again, sometimes to hear the same bits and songs. And with each telling, the stories get better, the jokes are funnier and the songs more moving. Because we are changing - becoming a part of the landscape, a part of the story, and because we now know (almost) all the words. This place has changed me, and I am so grateful.
Jen Walls and her imaJENation