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Wains o Dál Riata: A Sensory Reawakening of an ancient World
In the contemporary art world, it’s rare to find a project that feels as natural and grounded as Wains o Dál Riata. This ambitious new work defies easy labels, creating a powerful link between the ancient echoes of the past and the energy of the present. At its heart, it explores the deep connection by water…
Equinox – Light & Darkness for the (Ulster) Scots Leid.
And so I draw this project to a close with a sense of optimism and pessimism — that there could be great things ahead or it could just as easily go arse over tail! I do have a plan and between now and the spring equinox — Friday 20th March 2026 at 2.46pm — I’ll…
The Auld Yew Tree is Hewn Down
It was heartbreaking. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was because it had been there so long — hundreds and hundreds of years — maybe a thousand — maybe more. But it was gone — lying dead beside the place it had lived. Not a storm. Not the excess of years. Not disease. But a…
Can you make a difference? Even a wee bit?
Has this been worth it? To be honest I don’t know. Maybe it has, maybe it hasn’t. Have I made a difference — even a wee bit? You decide. But right through January and February I’ve written these weekly posts — eight of them so far! Through March I want to think about the future…
The love of money is the… but cash is king.
I was invited to a gathering lately — an artsy sort of thing — when I suddenly realised that I’d created more pop culture than most of the other people in the room. This was a bit of a surprise – a wild junk — to be honest! Not in an I’m better than you…
Unfended: Thran survival isn’t enough! From finding our feet to finding our future.
“Ulster Scots is a linguistic paradox. It is undefended, having been abandoned by the halls of power for prestige; it is undefeated, surviving in the mouths of the folk and the rhythms of the Ards; and until now, it has been undefined, lacking the very vocabulary—like diglossia or translanguaging—needed to explain its own existence.”
When Perception Isn’t Reality
When I was young — in all honesty I could have said — Irish doesn’t exist. But how? I knew no one who spoke Irish. I knew no one learning Irish. I knew no one with any interest in Irish. I knew no one with an opinion on Irish – either good or bad. And…
My mother wanted to be a writer…but she died.
I know she wanted to write because I have the creative writing course she bought for herself. I don’t remember my mum being grand or self indulgent — hatefully she knew her place — curse knowing your place — so if she splashed out on anything it must have been something she really wanted. So…
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