having settled in, walked the Glens, frequented Johnny Joes, chatted to locals - we thought we might open the heavy door at Curfew every eve & invite 'the idlers' in..
first thing was to fix the bell (which we did) & then to try opening the door on to the street. After struggling for quite some time to turn the lock, with no success. we made enquiries .. Hugh McAteer next door, custodian of the tower, thought the huge key might be ornamental.
that night I dreamt friends were waiting for me while I went to buy supplies, I didn?t have enough money to pay so gave the shopkeeper a key & found myself with family crossing the Sea
of Moyle. Ahead lay the Mull of Kintyre (which is visible from the Glens), foamy waves rose as high as the cliffs. The sea was mirror glass, we walked over it toward a huge rock formation - giant shelves which contained tablets of stone - a library.
The locals we met, stories we heard, places we were taken to ... the Mass Rock and the Giants Causeway, inscribed a waking dream embroidering and embroiling* each day. The Tower was cold in the wee hours - the pile of thin grey blankets available for bedding resident artists was modest... there was a thin white line someone had drawn on the dark blue ceiling, there were turf fires, local whiskey and Charlies' songs..
?a case for dreaming? was born..
a suitcase covered with Irish Linen, image: Mass Rock
contents: pillow, duvet, glass, bottle of Bushmills, candelabra, candles, cd player & cd.
HAVE A BATH,
LIGHT THE CANDLES,
DRINK A WEE BUSHMILLS
LISTEN TO CHARLIE Mc DONNELL,
SLEEP WELL & DREAM
*a phrase in the info for the Tower residency had left a visual resonance 'a long term objective is to create a collection of interesting and diverse work that embroiders and embroils every inch of the interior of the tower, while leaving its structure intact and external appearance untouched'