No scandal just yet, despite the lurid title, but come by the reception this Saturday (July 17th) if you’re in the area, or if you can be. If shocking behavior occurs, this is where it will likely take place. Get yourself to ArtWorks, Port Road, Letterkenny , County Donegal, Ireland (opposite the An Grianan Theatre), from 7 to 9 or so. The exhibition exists on the unheralded fringe of Donegal’s Earagail Arts Festival, which has been helpfully arranging major arts events across the street practically every day for weeks. It’s a great time to be in Letterkenny.
Rian Kerrane‘s piece, Velvet Letters, covers two walls with an evolving tangle of letters/words that wrestles with red-flocked circles and leafy shapes. Visitors add their own significant words and phrases to a rolling list, and the new thoughts and sounds get composed and installed as the run of the show continues. Labor intensive interactive installation. If all of Letterkenny gets a word or two in, the wall will be a highly-figured near-black with the texture of text and its intersections. There’s still some space, so bring your words.
My short movie looks great on a framed monitor lent by the Letterkenny Arts Centre. (See this previous post for an even-more-abstracted variant of what’s being shown.) The show is open to view right now. A wide range of people have come through and are amazed, puzzled, charmed, or caught off guard by Letterkenny’s most peculiar currently-showing movie. Everyone I run into seems to have something to say, which can’t be bad, and most seem to be productively befuddled, which is perhaps how the human mind evolves. It’s how mine does. I like this writhing flick. Hope you do. Stop by the opening and talk to us, and to the exhibition’s adventurous curator, Seamus Quinn (pictured).