‘Enough is a feast.’ She watched me; her head cocked to one side. I could feel her eyes follow my hand as I picked the black currant and bit into it. For a moment my lip quivered, and my eyebrow spasmed uncontrollably. Not quite ripe yet, then. As I walked away, I...
“What you don’t eat now you can have for breakfast.” My Mum. As I tipped the cold potato and various bits of vegetables into the pan the oil sizzled and bubbled with a brief intensity then settled down to a lively, but gentle, crackle. I watched the...
Looking at the tools hanging on the wall my gaze fell on the vertical line of spokeshaves and I began to count. 23! So many to choose from, one for every possible task, yet I use the same battered old no-name jobbie every time. I know its idiosyncrasies,...
“Cleaning is carried out not because there is dirt, but because it’s an aesthetic practice to cultivate the mind.” Shoukei Matsumoto – So, is it the chair, he hesitated briefly before continuing, or the process? – Oh! That’s simple; it’s the...
A little while after Sarah welcomed her new chair into her home I received a note – it left me at a bit of a loss for words (doesn’t happen often), but with a smile a mile wide. “I had been waiting for the chance to take photos on a sunny day, then I...
I was delighted to see an Irish Times Culture article about the 25 best programmes of the week, featuring Micheál Ó Muircheartaigh. Original article can be viewed here. Saoi sa Chathaoir Tuesday, RTÉ One, 7.30pm Here’s a simple idea for a show: take one chair, put a...
