New pig design...of course!! This one is with cow parsley! :) in indian ink

New Irish Language cards...rendered in Indian ink

 

 

Cards now available in...

Irish Design Shop
Bow Lane East
Dublin 2
01 4752222

Year of Craft 2011 A year long celebration of craft in Ireland

Sunday Independent Feature

Ok so, I'm about to make my press debut! The Sunday Independent decided to do a little feature on yours truely, on my illustration work and my interest in psychoanalysis and to a lesser extent - my studies in Psychotherapy. So hair and make-up transformed and clad in a rather stylish Paul Smith number...there I shall be somewhere in the Features section...baring all!

My Cards are now on sale in Siopa Leabhar on Harcourt street and Creative Practices art centre 15 Pembroke street (near Fitz square)

Nollaig Goose in another gorgeous treasury...

Thanks to the very talented Gekkoglassdesign check out her gorgeous jewellery on Etsy...

'Carnal apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon'

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

Pablo Neruda

Nollaig Goose in a treasury!

Thanks AJFire27 for including Nollaig Goose in your treasury! :)

Snow pig in another treasury! Hurray!

Thanks kzieglerdesign for including my card!:)

Centre for Creative Practices an artistic oasis!

Get down to the Centre for Creative Practices - its a gorgeous space and very welcoming. See their website for a list of events...everything from art films, music and workshops...tea, coffee and giant bean bags!

10 - 19.12.10
2nd Annual Exhibition & Fair
Christmas Arts Fair

CFCP’s Christmas Arts Fair begins on the 10th December.  For 10 days CFCP will be transformed into a creative Christmas treasure trove full of unique arts & crafts works, concerts, performances and workshops. A great occasion to find a unique present, meet friends and stay for a screening or a concert. Local and international artists have submitted their works, others will present their music or films, we will contribute the mulled wine – a perfect mix for a winter evening out. 

The CFCP Gallery will be open during the Christmas Arts Fair from 12 noon till 7pm. Other events will take place as advertised.

Nollaig Mistletoe is another treasury! Hurray!

 

Thanks to AJFire27 fr including me! :)

Snow Pig in another treasury!

Thankyou to Musesilkpaintings :)

The lovely sstormster1's Treasury

 

Thanks for including my Nollaig Mistletoe card! :)

The website is live...

A beautiful treasury of gems :)

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/4cf8114994826d914f5a8e27/aladdins-cave

The Katazome Contest

We were so pleased with the response to our Great Origami Giveaway last year that we decided to run one again this holiday season with a very special prize, one of our most special (and expensive!!) papers. Welcome to The Great Katazome Giveaway – 12 Days in December!!

Finally...my site is live!

www.yvonnekennedy.com

Techi web people and their techi web language and 'actions' are not poetic...but my site is live :) and my web designer is a genius :)

To Lou Andreas-Salome

I held myself too open, I forgot that outside not just things exist and animals fully at ease in themselves, whose eyes reach from their lives' roundedness no differently than portraits do from frames; forgot that I with all I did incessantly crammed looks into myself; looks, opinion, curiosity. Who knows: perhaps eyes form in space and look on everywhere. Ah, only plunged toward you does my face cease being on display, grows into you and twines on darkly, endlessly, into your sheltered heart. As one puts a handkerchief before pent-in-breath- no: as one presses it against a wound out of which the whole of life, in a single gush, wants to stream, I held you to me: I saw you turn red from me. How could anyone express what took place between us? We made up for everything there was never time for. I matured strangely in every impulse of unperformed youth, and you, love, had wildest childhood over my heart. Memory won't suffice here: from those moments there must be layers of pure existence on my being's floor, a precipitate from that immensely overfilled solution. For I don't think back; all that I am stirs me because of you. I don't invent you at sadly cooled-off places from which you've gone away; even your not being there is warm with you and more real and more than a privation. Longing leads out too often into vagueness. Why should I cast myself, when, for all I know, your influence falls on me, gently, like moonlight on a window seat. Translated by A. Poulin Rainer Maria Rilke

Special offer

One of each of 8 Irish Language Designs