I undertook the take a walk for me project with Sligo Arts Service . I was lucky to be within 5km of Tobernalt, The Holy Well and as we were in Covid restrictions I travelled that road each day, taking photographs, listening to and recording the sounds of life, scripting stories, songs and poetry from the trees I met along the way , resulting in two beautiful podcasts and an exhibition of my work along with the other three artists in the exquisite Hyde Bride Gallery, Sligo .
Art takes so many forms, we are living art and my project focused on this.
Please enjoy the podcasts and the Exhibition images below.
A road most travelled for secret escape,
From inception to present day.
She calls to me on the whisper of the wind.
I am drawn to this place.
Footstep by footstep I make my way, the spring foliage wet beneath my feet.
2.5 miles from the roar of engines and the crackling of chimneys burning heat for survival.
Freedom , Peace , Calm.
A place of magic and imagination of times gone before us,
The ghosts of stories old accompany me as the sun wraps its shade around me.
A road where visions are lustrous.
And minds are free.
I’ve stood here for hundreds of years. Tall and proud, unnoticed, yet I experience it all. Perfectly situated at the foot of the steep decline of the road known fondly as the Holy Well Road , while my roots sneak under the road stretching their fingertips out to find the moisture of the Garavogue River wrapping around an age old jetty that has launched many a row boat and held many a pic- nic in its time.
I feel that I have found more footfall during this last rotation of the sun, as I stand here moment by moment purifying the air that we breath the humans that may have never before crossed my spine, now come forward in abundance.
The crunch of their feet wake my fallen leaves from their slumber some green some brown some now black.the sound echos, ripples across the still water all the while the birds sit silently on my branches admiring the beauty of this one small spot on The Holy well road walk.
Just as the sun rises each day the surroundings have changed over the years , some history lost some history made, I feel as if I am the gatekeeper in my position here for from where I stand I can see directly into the shrine itself across the bay and either road direction that takes us to this sacred place. Somehow you will always pass me. I will remain here in this glorious place for
many many years, collecting stories and memories from every foot that gently threads on me .