freckle kite

 flown in Connemera

freckle map

Erin Curry
/freckle constellation/
digital print of my freckles, handspun silk, wildflowers, first aid tape
installed at Limerick School of Art and Design
2013

missing stars and trying to find my place called for a map

freckle shroud

an accidental pocket film

up the cliff and down to the bay

 Clubhouse at the top of a cliff.

Made it over to the proper place this morning and this area was definitely my favorite place so far. 

on the hillside

The people I've met here are so lovely. Tonight a stranger spotted me alone at a restaurant table. She came up, introduced herself, and we chatted a bit. When she sensed my disappointment about my trip to The Giant's Causeway, she mentioned her favorite place to go. When my food arrived, she excused herself and before she left she handed me a piece of of paper with directions and bid me to enjoy my trip. Because the sun sets at 10(!) here, I arrived at the tail end of golden hour. Turned up in the wrongish place, but it was exactly the place I needed. Thank you Rosemary of Ballycastle whoever you are, I'll get to the right place tomorrow morning.

 — at Torr Head.

Going to Ireland

leaving Tuesday. I can't wait nor decide where I'm going for the first week. The next three are for a Storytelling in Art course I'm taking. The two after that are in Germany. Cross your fingers for me.

I may start a trip journal on Tumblr. Will let you all know .  . .

Spanish Beard

Spanish Moss (Tillandsia usneoides) 

layered graphite drawing on mylar
36″ x 14″
2012


Spanish moss has long held a fascination for me; I often pull handfuls off branches to idly make cords with in the same way some people make daisy chains. Yet, it's not until Northerners visit and marvel at it hanging from the trees that I feel such pride in having it in the landscape. Those of us that live here trade facts about it.

"It's not really moss you know . . . it's an air plant."
"Closely related to pineapple from what I hear."
"Pretty sure it's not even from Spain . . ."

I object.

"Perhaps you are wrong about that. It's well known that when the Spaniards arrived after their long journey, a few of them fell into deep obsession with some of the pretty native women and began earnest pursuit. The women -being fast thinkers and entirely uninterested in the furry faced men following them- climbed up into the oaks and the Spaniards climbed up after them. Much to the dismay of the men, their beards became hopelessly tangled in the branches. As they struggled, the women climbed down and escaped, but the poor lovelorn explorers stayed high in the trees. They eventually passed away, but their beards remain and continue to grow and spread from tree to tree."

Everyone nods thoughtfully save for my young nieces who scowl, forever skeptics.


This work is part of the FLOR500 project. Read more here.

cloudblot II

part II of my collection of kites imagined, but not yet made.

part one here

peers through

Another abstract comic strip from fall.

Peers Through

graphite, whiteout tape, scratches on both sides of translucent mylar

3" tall

2012