tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79843368094720304682024-02-19T07:07:07.926-08:00By the Time You Cut Teeth You Are Already AncientM.D.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199841249168563866noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984336809472030468.post-82156789116679326712020-08-24T12:47:00.003-07:002022-07-18T18:50:16.441-07:00<p> <span class="mx-id-mediaLayoutDescription1 mx-inline-field" data-field-kind="RichText" data-field-path="properties.mediaLayoutDescription1" data-route="mediaLayoutDescription1"><span></span></span></p><div data-contents="true"><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="b890p-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="b890p-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="b890p-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">All at Once</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="dnq8l-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="dnq8l-0-0"><span data-offset-key="dnq8l-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="8vl40-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="8vl40-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="8vl40-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">While traveling in Ireland,</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="aopik-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="aopik-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="aopik-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">I saw the Cliffs of Moher. </span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="csmgj-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="csmgj-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="csmgj-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">I saw Killarney Lakes so blue.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="8amer-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="8amer-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="8amer-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">I kissed the feet of Oscar Wilde and</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="2h5a0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="2h5a0-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="2h5a0-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">donned his holey t-shirt. </span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="fs9is-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="fs9is-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="fs9is-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">I saw my mother</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="5t5a1-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="5t5a1-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="5t5a1-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">although I knew it was my father.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="d8nfs-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="d8nfs-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="d8nfs-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">She was alive.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="8o33a-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="8o33a-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="8o33a-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">She was floating in the Liffey.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="a94pf-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="a94pf-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="a94pf-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">I saw my husband beheaded.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="dvuh6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="dvuh6-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="dvuh6-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">I raised an aqua vitae and swallowed a star.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="3a1ta-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="3a1ta-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="3a1ta-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">I searched, and became, a dress of saffron.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="44dgr-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="44dgr-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="44dgr-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">It hid my child - no dress - a saint was he!</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="ade2d-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="ade2d-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="ade2d-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">But off the cliff we were pushed willy </span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="3hlnf-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="3hlnf-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="3hlnf-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">nilly.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="fsieo-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="fsieo-0-0"><span data-offset-key="fsieo-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="c2ank-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="c2ank-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="c2ank-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">I hung with pirates.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="4mqp-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4mqp-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="4mqp-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">They left me their name.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="c7cds-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="c7cds-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="c7cds-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">(And I’ve been hanging ever since.)</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="8k909-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="8k909-0-0"><span data-offset-key="8k909-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="97ktg-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="97ktg-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="97ktg-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">I’m back in Prussia.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="b6enr-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="b6enr-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="b6enr-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">It is Pennsylvania. </span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="2a5p0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="2a5p0-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="2a5p0-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">We Neanderthals </span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="884v4-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="884v4-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="884v4-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">will see </span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="du004-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="du004-0-0"><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="du004-0-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">what we saw in 1972.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="fs9q4-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="fs9q4-0-0"><span data-offset-key="fs9q4-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="2ta3g-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="2ta3g-0-0"><span data-offset-key="2ta3g-0-0"><span data-text="true">MDM 2018</span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="e5gb0-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="e5gb0-0-0"><span data-offset-key="e5gb0-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="2qdkr-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="2qdkr-0-0"><span data-offset-key="2qdkr-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="7vgut-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="7vgut-0-0"><span data-offset-key="7vgut-0-0"><span data-text="true">I am American, but my half brother’s Y chromosome hails from County Cork and probably Skibbereen, in Ireland. </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="e2f3q-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="e2f3q-0-0"><span data-offset-key="e2f3q-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="b1bq5-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="b1bq5-0-0"><span data-offset-key="b1bq5-0-0"><span data-text="true">These particulars are related to how and why my artistic practice has become a device by which to achieve a compression of time of sorts. </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="4mglq-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4mglq-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4mglq-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="3b50n-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="3b50n-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3b50n-0-0"><span data-text="true">The compression of time, in turn, is a device by which to achieve a sense of calm - to make sense of history (mine and ours), to survive the present, and to still the synapses whenever I dare to imagine a future. </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="e9c4b-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="e9c4b-0-0"><span data-offset-key="e9c4b-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="6pvgj-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="6pvgj-0-0"><span data-offset-key="6pvgj-0-0"><span data-text="true">I probably should also explain how the compression of time is my heaven, but that will have to wait until later via my drawings. </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="eds0l-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="eds0l-0-0"><span data-offset-key="eds0l-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="ch2h3-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="ch2h3-0-0"><span data-offset-key="ch2h3-0-0"><span data-text="true">Meanwhile, during my stay* in Ireland, I must have taken several thousand photographs. I found a couple suitable for a Facebook profile picture and cover photo. The profile pic seems to be vapid fiction, as most are, but there I stand, cheesing with a huge grin, against the very real backdrop of Oileán </span></span><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-4i c1-5f c1-b"><span data-offset-key="ch2h3-1-0" style="font-weight: bold;"><span data-text="true">Chléire</span></span></span><span data-offset-key="ch2h3-2-0"><span data-text="true"> (Cape Clear) - my ancestral stomping ground. Cropped out of the circle are the ruins of Dun an Oir, the ancestral castle, but they are on glorious display in my cover photo. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDZURul8eNAIdWFLyUEL9uOmAJeWobyRaUPVtbe48VAkYPM-AN381d3p9fcvqidt-YX6B_ox0LIkDgPg_AL9aS2uI7XpEWhuppKgrfM_aaatXbVDZp38PS9BDQtDE5fB_8ZrIZ4VLeBhww8-QKt72k-I63DsVRDFv6XxPkhSHZMPtJF_VzpNBna9t6A/s1211/66275723_2417116758346460_703309927036223488_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="1211" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDZURul8eNAIdWFLyUEL9uOmAJeWobyRaUPVtbe48VAkYPM-AN381d3p9fcvqidt-YX6B_ox0LIkDgPg_AL9aS2uI7XpEWhuppKgrfM_aaatXbVDZp38PS9BDQtDE5fB_8ZrIZ4VLeBhww8-QKt72k-I63DsVRDFv6XxPkhSHZMPtJF_VzpNBna9t6A/w640-h278/66275723_2417116758346460_703309927036223488_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="31kjf-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="31kjf-0-0"><span data-offset-key="31kjf-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="8s7sg-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="8s7sg-0-0"><span data-offset-key="8s7sg-0-0"><span data-text="true">This cover pic commits many sins of composition, is too dark, and the horizon is actually tilted. But I can’t stop thinking about it. While adjusting the contrast to sharpen the details of the castle, I inadvertently made a speck on the horizon and, indeed, the horizon itself completely disappear.<br /></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="1svks-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="1svks-0-0"><span data-offset-key="1svks-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="43lr1-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="43lr1-0-0"><span data-offset-key="43lr1-0-0"><span data-text="true">The speck was Fastnet.** </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="65k43-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="65k43-0-0"><span data-offset-key="65k43-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="8u6s-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="8u6s-0-0"><span data-offset-key="8u6s-0-0"><span data-text="true">The horizon, the Atlantic Ocean meeting the whole dang firmament. </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="ef7t7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="ef7t7-0-0"><span data-offset-key="ef7t7-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="dl02k-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="dl02k-0-0"><span data-offset-key="dl02k-0-0"><span data-text="true">Barely visible even in high contrast, I made it all just go away. </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="aoqo6-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="aoqo6-0-0"><span data-offset-key="aoqo6-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="frbuh-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="frbuh-0-0"><span data-offset-key="frbuh-0-0"><span data-text="true">I only had eyes for 14th century built castle, Dun an Oir, because it stands as symbol of a glorious past when Uncle Lord of the Ó hEidirsceoil (O'Driscoll) Clan reigned o’er the heather, the pilchards, and the foreboding crags and cliffs of West Cork. So now you see that grin in my profile pic is sheer lust for power and a fortified room with the kickassiest view ever.</span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="asaoq-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="asaoq-0-0"><span data-offset-key="asaoq-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="7dcth-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="7dcth-0-0"><span data-offset-key="7dcth-0-0"><span data-text="true">Further refinements to the contrast, however, and Fastnet reappears like a pointing finger. </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="24v4q-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="24v4q-0-0"><span data-offset-key="24v4q-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="1f6h7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="1f6h7-0-0"><span data-offset-key="1f6h7-0-0"><span data-text="true">What’s that about? </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="h4ga-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="h4ga-0-0"><span data-offset-key="h4ga-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="7umt9-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="7umt9-0-0"><span data-offset-key="7umt9-0-0"><span data-text="true">And so, we come to my project, </span></span><span class="x-el x-el-span c1-1b c1-1c c1-5e c1-1r c1-1o c1-5f c1-5g c1-b"><span data-offset-key="7umt9-1-0" style="font-style: italic;"><span data-text="true">By the Time You Cut Teeth You Are Already Ancient.</span></span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="9qaaf-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="9qaaf-0-0"><span data-offset-key="9qaaf-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="ck1d2-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="ck1d2-0-0"><span data-offset-key="ck1d2-0-0"><span data-text="true">Through drawing, sculpture, painting and performance, I hope to compress time in order to squish out pottery shards, striations on kerf walls, circuitry, and breath so hot it steams your sunnies. </span></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="cvnnb-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="cvnnb-0-0"><span data-offset-key="cvnnb-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="x-el x-el-span c1-6y c1-6z c1-b c1-c" data-block="true" data-editor="barq3" data-offset-key="5f874-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="5f874-0-0"><span data-offset-key="5f874-0-0"><span data-text="true">Call it my prediction of history (mine and ours) sans a pesky chronology. </span></span></div></div></div><p></p>M.D.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199841249168563866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984336809472030468.post-30074538408991607782019-05-22T10:37:00.000-07:002019-07-18T07:17:52.151-07:00By the Time You Cut Teeth You Are Already Ancient:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />Maria Driscoll McMahon</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /><i>By the Time You Cut Teeth You Are Already Ancient: A meta-genealogical investigation/spiritual quest/cautionary tale</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />While I have not yet solidified an artist statement, the following will give you an idea of what I have been thinking - sure to expand and evolve with upcoming travel and research, first to the home of my Irish paternal ancestors, County Cork, Ireland. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />The title, By the Time You Cut Teeth You Are Already Ancient, is from the first line of a poem I wrote in the 1990's. Obviously, what I now recognize as a quest for identity - and, ultimately, meaning - through an imagined time travel has been something that has intrigued me for a very long while - well before the advent of the wildly popular at-home DNA kit. It is a personal quest, but the deeper I get into it, the more connected I feel to absolutely every living thing. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>This sense of connection is what I believe to be the ideal outcome for such investigations reaching far back into the past - whether these investigations take the form of DNA testing or research or the simple realization that we all share the same origins, but I have found that is not always the case. Regardless, I believe this art project will speak to many (if not all) in this era of spit and swab.*</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />The idea for this project, germinating for years, was intensified by a trip to Ireland last year and discovering to my delight and surprise - and occasional shame - that there has been much written - including books - on my ancestors and their role to play in the very history of West Cork, Ireland. Subsequent to the trip, I, myself, ordered a DNA kit - one for my half brother and one for myself.** My project will be, in part, a reflection on why DNA testing is so lucrative. It is a human inclination to wonder about one's progenitors, but what is it we are purchasing when we send our saliva off in a tube parcel post? Hannah Mary Little describes genealogy as "theatre of self-identity." </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />My project explores this concept as it addresses history and genetic memory and serves as a meditation on how revelations of the cellular constitution of our spit - a body fluid most abject cum portal to other times and places - can stimulate a new narrative (even a glorious one) which invariably alters subjective perceptions of self. I know this because I observed it happening to me. In this “genealogical theater” history, national lore, and mythology can serve to inform and alter the perceived story and purpose of one’s own frequently comparatively mundane life. In some instances, information uncovered in the DNA test can affect the very trajectory of one’s life as the subject conforms to some perceived genetic pre-destiny. Thus, “the self,” in identification and sympathy with one’s ancestors permeates boundaries of time and space, for better or worse. Since history usually translates to HIS story, however, it should be noted that known ancestors are invariably male, thus genealogists can vicariously become hero, warrior, priest, pirate, martyr - even rapist, slave-holder, assassin, and murderer.*** I will go out on a limb here and suggest that it is no coincidence that television shows and movies replete with Vikings, warriors, and barbarians from other eras have become as popular as DNA testing itself. Therefore, embedded within the revelation encoded in our chromosomes is, I submit, more than one cautionary tale.<br /><br />Once again, the outcome to be hoped for in DNA testing and genealogical research is a sense of connection to other human beings both within and outside countries of origin. After all, we are told that we all share African origins. Additionally, the human race includes some pretty remarkable specimens, including those who have hailed from Ireland. The penetration of deep history enables each one of us to claim a genetic connection to powerful people with extraordinary gifts of intellect, talent, and achievement. My project will celebrate and emphasize the promotion of connection through the history and ancestry ALL human beings ultimately share. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />As part of my own personal quest for identity and meaning, as well as to discover what genealogy means to others, next year I will first be traveling to the ancestral stomping grounds of my paternal ancestors. While there, I will be meeting members of "my clan" from all over the world, including County Cork, Ireland, itself. Personal, ancestral and cultural memories will be collected here through informal interviews with these relatives, along with the “local” residents of County Cork (the Rebel County) and through research undertaken in local museums, historical societies, cemeteries, churches, historic sites and the internet.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My research will span a very large swath of time - from Megalithic era/Bronze Age through the Middle Ages through the famine which, of course, prompted mass emigration to the west.</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />Prior to the establishment of the county, County Cork was part of the more expansive "Kingdom of Munster," which was ruled in the seventh century by the Corcu Loigde ("Gens," sometimes translated as "tribes," of the Calf Goddess) under the Ó hEidirsceóils (Gaelic for O'Driscolls). O'Driscolls trace their lineage back to one of the Kings of Munster - Lugaid mac Con. </i><i><br /></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i><i>I also plan to spend some time at Lough Hyne, an environmental wonder - providing unique habitat in the form of an inland sea-lake. It also is home to 75% of the animal species found in Ireland! One of my illustrious ancestors, "Sir Fineen O'Driscoll," (the unfortunate chieftan who had to deal with British imperialists) was reputed to have died, alone, in his castle on an island here. The castle has been overtaken by vegetation, but it is still visible!<br /></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>I will be based in Baltimore, Sherkin Island, and Cape Clear - all which will provide opportunities for research in museums, churches, cemeteries - even ancient stone circles (including the Drombeg Stone Circle, also known as "the Druid's altar," dating back to the Megalithic era/ bronze age)!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />I will also be staying in Skibbereen, which has a comprehensive famine museum - Skibbereen Heritage Center - and graveyard and will offer a plethora of other opportunities for research. In addition to its historical significance, I chose Skibbereen because genealogical records indicate that my last Irish-born ancestor emigrated from this very town around 1850. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>In short, all kinds of opportunities for research for my very ambitious, multi-disciplinary project incorporating large drawings, sculpture and, even, perhaps, animation. The conceptual aspects of my project will surely evolve as I spend some time there. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />Of course, the project will transcend my research. In the end, my purpose is not to engage in a mere intellectual exercise, but to embark on, yes, “a spiritual quest.” Both my parents are gone…. My father died at the age of 60. He had one son and five daughters (his son and three of his daughters were through a previous marriage). Fortunately, the half-brother I am getting to know is still with us, but I am the only daughter left. ***No other of my father's daughters made it past the age of 60. I just turned - guess what? - 60! <br />To be clear, this is something I “have” to do.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />I have, in fact, been spending a lot of time with my paternal ancestors these days - my father and my father’s father’s father’s fathers - as I stay up VERY late in my studio. I’m not so sure I believe in an after-life, but I have found the compression of time which is my artistic practice of late to be weirdly comforting - a kind of immortality - a “heaven” - I suppose. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />The biggest downside: I no longer have Daddy issues, but Daddy’s daddy’s daddy’s daddy’s daddy issues. </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*I have considered calling my project “Spit,” but I think I will stick with “By the time you cut teeth…”, though, and just title an individual work, “Spit.”</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />**My interest up until recently has been with my paternal ancestry simply because the stories about the male line are so vivid and accessible. I ordered a kit for my half brother who did the YDNA test which confirmed my paternal ancestry traces directly back to County Cork, Ireland. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">***My mother also had five daughters - three to previous marriages - with four surviving. <i><br /></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br />My own autosomal DNA test, however, brought a new delight and surprise - In addition to my British Isles Ancestry, and a bit of mysterious "Eastern European" ancestry, I am 11% Jewish - on my maternal side, I presume. This new revelation will change the direction of my project (which I see as ongoing for a long time). This project is not only about the past, however. Future and present family genealogists will, and are, discovering DNA from nearly every continent, including N. America, S. America, Europe, Africa, Asia.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">n sum: My project is one part spiritual quest, one part intellectual exercise, and one part cautionary tale.<br /><i><br /></i></span><br />
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