The Second Magpie

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Heart Exchange Is No Robbery: Art Swap

In Uncategorized on May 25, 2011 at 00:12

A while back collage artist, Liz Cohn, contacted me about collaborating on some of her playing cards. I was familiar with her work from DeviantArt and was delighted to accept. Only a week before that I had bought a pack of playing cards, slightly larger than the usual size, which I had intended to use as Christmas cards, alas my never-ending list of ‘things to do’ put paid to that idea and it wasn’t until January that I began to cut, paste and collage onto the cards.

When you first begin painting/collaging the challenge is always to be able to fill a piece of a large size, huge sheets of paper intimidate the best of us, however once you have overcome that, the ability to work on something as small as a gem can be another wall to climb. It is a wall that once climbed, gives a very pleasing view from the top.

The first three cards shown above are those from my collaboration with Liz, you can view her inspiring work here:

As I’ve just completed my first set of hearts (shown above) I have decided I will exchange my hearts for your ANYTHING. Normally in these situations art is exchanged for art but I know that there are those who read my blog who don’t consider themselves to be ‘arty’ (I bet you are really). So if you would like one of these cards please email/tweet/facebook me with your address ( and I in turn will send you mine.

You can send me art should you wish but I will accept anything, from the piece of paper you found stuck to your shoe to your medieval castle with fully equipped ghost. I am the sort of person who finds the most mundane object interesting, so worry not and we shall get swapping.

Four: Exhibition, The Printing House, Trinity College

In Uncategorized on May 19, 2011 at 21:52

Above is a piece inspired by regular train journeys that I make. Eventually I decided I would make an artist’s book, and I came up with the idea of using everything I had from the journey, beginning with the ticket, sections of newspapers I find and read on the train and anything I buy to eat/drink. The idea was that these would tell the story of my journey, the book pages shown above begin with the ticket, then the date of the day cut from the paper, I felt claustrophobic that particular day so I cut ‘Free me’ from the paper, and so on.

It was from there that I decided to make a piece that the books could sit it, a ‘You Are Here’ or information map stand, which is shown in the top photograph and in close up sections at the bottom. The dots map the shape of the railway line; each point that is built up with collage is a significant station on my journey and also refers to one of the books which sit in the bottom front of the structure. When someone takes out a book, a light comes on at the area of the map it refers to.

The idea reflected the parallels between the visual layers reflected in the windows and layers of found material often considered to be waste, which together form a story.

This piece will be exhibited along with pieces by Ivana Lavelle, Sinead Harris and Claire Burke, in The Printing House, Trinity College , Dublin1.

Preview is on the 26th of May from 6pm – 10pm and the show continues on the 27th and 28th,10am – 6pm.

Gig Posters: Roses Kings Castles, Anto Dust, Lucky Clover

In Uncategorized on May 15, 2011 at 22:17

Gig posters from the past few months. I don’t usually do many because I have a habit of cutting, chopping, drawing and splashing for so long that the band are soundchecking before I actually complete the poster.

Each poster is put together ‘traditionally’ except for some small text details.

Featuring Roses Kings Castles, Anto Dust and Lucky Clover.

JazzCakes100: Postcards, Impossible Wish No. 1

In Uncategorized on May 15, 2011 at 04:31

Over the last few months I completed a postcard piece for another JazzCakes100. The exhibition has just finished showing at the Liverpool Royal Standard Gallery (7th – 14th May) and is to be shown again at the Milkwood Gallery in Cardiff from the 2nd – 25th of June, I hope to be able to make it to that one!

Statement from Jazzcakes:

The JazzCakes100:Postcards project is one of a series of projects organised and curated by JazzCakes with the aim of bringing fine artists, designers, photographers, writers, any practitioners within the arts together to create a diverse collection of works with a common theme. Each participant has created a piece of work based upon a given number between 1 and 100. The ‘postcard’ acts as a vessel for thoughts and images based around the idea of communication, community and networks.

My number for this series was 1.

Artist’s Statement: 

Impossible Wish No. 1

This piece began when I unearthed a pile of vintage postcards at an antique market. The lone figure in this one intrigued me and I decided to write her a letter. The letter is printed on acetate which is framed by a mirror-like shape, a realisation that I am really writing to a former self.

If I was granted one wish it would be to time travel, searching for a century where I might feel a little less lost than I do in this one.


Acetate, letraset, paper, postcard 

Text  reads:

‘I am lost here, shall we meet our impossible wishes wandering through seconds, hours, years? Wish I was there.’

The Good Old Days

In Uncategorized on May 15, 2011 at 03:59

It’s been a long time since I updated my blog. I expect the new year would have seen some bits and piece straying here if things had been different. Two days after Christmas my granddad was taken very ill and brought to hospital where he passed away seven weeks later. They were the longest and most confusing seven weeks of my life.

My granddad was everything a grandfather should be and more, he told us endless stories, beat us at football, played the ghost at Halloween, won every snowball fight, told us (most-likely) poisonous plants were good for us and never forgot April Fool’s Day. My sisters, my cousins and I spent endless summer days on the fruit farm that my grandparents ran, eating more strawberries than can be good for you and accidentally setting their house on fire. I’ve spent the last few months thinking about him, missing him every single day.

Above are some photos of the good old days and more, the flowers came from his funeral wreath, gathered by myself and my grandmother for pressing the next day.