"She was up in Dublin trying to make it"
"Make it at what" some of my aunts would say.
"Make it at what?"
"Like what exactly is she working at?"
"What is trying to make?"
"She was in college up in Dublin"
"Trinity" some of my cousins would say.
I do find that because I am coming home, from making it in the big city of Dublin, and resting at the beach, my family and the community at large are more forgiving of me. Seriously though, I was actually years in Dublin trying to make it. It was so hard. I'm there now, yeah, thats me, Sophie, I'm after making it. Some of my friends are there, they too have made it. Their on TV in big commercials. We have pop videos, books, shoes, all sorts of stuff, anything at all that helped us make it. Were still making it up as were going along, making it. I love it. There it is again, the smell of sea air, crisp, salty, clears out my lungs, and detoxes my skin.
All those years ago. I told my husband. If we ever get separated. For whatever reason. He was going into the Special Forces, the Ranger Wing to be a super hero, an elite action man figure, I'll meet you here at the beach. Guess what I am here at the beach and I love it.
Published by Liberties Press
Launched in the Gutter Bookshop
Temple Bar Dublin
Kevin Currans Citizens is very different. I am drawn into it through the eyes of the main characters grandfather. Yes there is so much talk about the great year of 1916. Something eeerry happened to me the other day. Yet I smiled. Something eeerriieee happened to me a few months ago.
Will I tell you. I was in Dublin. Ever before the book Citizens came out. I wondered very much what it must have been like to actually live in those times. I have lived in occupied war-zones and territories all around the world. No matter what the conflict people fall in love. A story came to me, of a young women, who started to date a British Soldier. Well, he loved her dearly, was single, in the other ranks, wore a red number one suit jacket, black trousers with black boots polished to perfection. After a few weeks and not so much of a kiss, he went and brought her a very fashionable handbag back from London. In it was two weeks wages in sterling pounds.
Single herself their relationship was very much secret for fear of the repercussions. She had many routes out, the area was peaceful at the time. They just fell in love. When suddenly I was drawn to the beach. I was walking past a very old closed down military barracks. Formerly British and yet I could imagine the sheer jubilation, triumph and extreme joy of the Irish Soldiers jumping around, up and down. The cheers were loud and audible, the smiles beamed so widely on their faces. For a while they embraced their glory just within the confines of the military barracks. They had fought and won independence. Funny now I am at the beach reading Kevin Currans book, Citizens. Glimpsing at the past through our grandfathers eyes. I felt like emigrating recently. i was afraid to get caught on the wrong side of this celebration. So many people still carry hatred. She was with one, or one that looked like one. This is not peace. This is not a celebration. This is ethnic cleansing. Let none of us carry the sins of our forefathers. Let us buy books, just like Kevin Currans, Citizens and show no hatred for any side. As a country of mixed race and religion. Let us enjoy our independance and build a beautiful free loving country. For a return to the past, a demolition of a country is not in anyones interest.
Kevin Currans main character wants to emigrate. He is drawn unwittingly into the world of 1916, the heritage of our country. I didnt catch Michael Collins Funeral, I was far too young. Yet I served in the Barracks, for ten years. The very same Barracks that his state funeral was carried from. I didnt think of such things when I was in the army. The magnitute was too great. But I wanted very much to be the same as my grandfather John and my father. What a strong Irish Military Background. Draw yourself into the positive side of this wonderful celebration of independence. Get a glimpse into the real world of 1916 through the eyes of a forefather.
CITIZENS by Kevin Curran is available to buy at
Liberties Press Online
The Gutter Bookshop Dublin
I met a very big Celebrity at the launch of Citizens, by Liberties Press in the Gutter Bookshop, Dublin, Temple Bar. This celebrity had also made it. Yet for some reason we are still clinging to life in Dublin, just in case it is not actually real. We might wake up in the morning and realize. No, no someone else is after making it instead of us. She is breathtaking on so many levels. Miss Ireland 2013 is none other than Aoife Walsh. Glamorous, confident, well nurtured, she is up for another award on UTV the Goss Awards. Lets hope she wins. Quite thriling also is the news that she now fronts the jewelry line for NEWBRIDGE SILVERWARE, alongside supermodel Naomi Campbell. It has been many years since I saw a model break into the lines and ranks of the worlds leading supermodels. Naomi Campbell is an Icon. Aoife coiffed, elegant and of steely determination deserves her place amongst the creme de la creme of Worldwide Supermodels. Now working for Irish TV, I look forward to seeing her interview with Kevin Curran, at the launch of his book launch CITIZENS.
A Must See - Where I so wanted to have lunch with my babies. I didnt you know. I regret it. But we did go to the Museum of Style and Music Icons. I should have brought them to lunch. But we were all mad and young and wild. And usually covered in muck from the rugby field.
Aoife Walsh for Newbridge Jewelery, Kildare Ireland
Land of Horses and Sheep
Its the Guinness Collection
Samantha Harvey is on the first leg of her British Tour. I hope it is the first of many. I hope Samantha Signs a record deal. I hope she lives her dreams. She certainly pours so much emotion into her singing. I remember calling my boyfriend. He was snuggled upstairs in bed. I was just crying non stop. It was never ending, the stream of wet tears, cascading down my eyes. My heart was clenching, I couldn't be consoled. It was a combination of the lyrics, the songs, the time of year, the videos from what I presume to be her parents home. It was too sad. I have to stop myself watching the videos so I dont start crying uncontrollably. Good Luck Samantha. You know this year I am going to go to Camden Town. It is one of my favorite places in the world. I dont lead an aloof life where I dont interact with society. Sometimes I call many of my friends, I have friends everywhere, in the Met Police, in the army, in the legal world. Sometimes they call to the door for me. I cant call to do the door all the time. My ex husband is a paramedic, were lots of things, nurses, legals, writers, dancers, students, hairdressers, stay at home moms. So Samantha, buy tickets to her concerts. But Samantha, I hope she stays at home. Is at home for nine when she isn't working. I hope she doesn't leave the entire street and hooligans into her home. Eat pizza drink a few glasses of wine. I drink, we all drink in our family to relaaaxxxx, the odd time I dont as I get a bit pudgy. Good Luck Samantha, have such a wonderful and mesmerizing time. It is something you will cherish forever. If you are clever enough and go slow enough, it will last forever.
The Girl with the Monkey on her Shoulder
Ahh the madness, the beauty, the centuries ahead of our time.
Click on the Trailer, to get a glimpse into the crazy beautiful world of an artist
Not everyone understands an artist. The imagination. They say we only use 10 per cent of our brain. Yet an artist, of paintings or literature can delve to places and put together their pieces from haunting imagery dwelling within the heartache of their souls. Of course it isn't always heartache. Sometimes it is pure unadulterated joy. When its joy I find I cant wash myself, I cant even brush my hair.
When its pure love, I'm cutting my hair, getting a fringe. It was pure love when I had my children. It was pure love when I was in love with my husband. It wasn't love on many of my courses when I was in the army and their was a smell off of me.
They were complaining there was a smell. Of course there was a smell. I was carrying unmerciful backpacks, uniforms, fat woolly jumpers, woolly socks, running up and down 3 flights of stairs for up to 12 hours. I wasn't smelling of Valentino perfume. I was smelling of sweat.
Joyce Garvey is a well accomplished artist, well known on the Dublin Art Scene. Incredibly hard to break into. On so many levels. I studied Art History at a very young age. I studied Art History when I returned to college. I love it. It was very difficult. I graduated. I would study for 12 hours a day. I paint. I paint weird paintings, that some places wont sell.
It is embarrassing. And then collectors come along and buy them. And I get to pay off my college tuition. Now that was a piece.
What materials did I use, ha thats my secret. Get an apprenticeship.
Joyce Garvey received her PhD in Creative Writing based on artist Frida Kahlo. I would imagine this was incredibly indepth, stretching her mind, body and soul to infinity and beyond. If you watch the movie starring Salma Hayek you will understand.
The book was launched by the Cultural Attache of the Mexican Embassy. The main character Lena is pregnant lonely walking alone.
“In the world outside it was Sunday, I seemed to walk unnoticed, like some dead soul among the living ” ..”Everything was loose and scattered, and a terrible sad loneliness overwhelmed me, as I turned the corner to my apartment, the stage crumbled and fell apart in my hands, my every thought was watching itself” (Joyce Garvey)
The book is in all major bookstores. I have a copy. Yet I am going with my boyfriend and maybe we will pick up another copy. I spill coffee on mine and like to keep them for so many reasons. Any women who is pregnant and walking alone staring out at the world will empathize with this character, Lena. While I am at the beach, resting, recuperating. I am going to do so many things, paint, write, breathe in the fresh salty air. Possibly watch the Frida Kahlo movie once again. Then I am going to return to Dublin to mix with my friends. Were not crazy, were all artists, in a beautiful city called Dublin. Top Irish Designers Claire Garvey and Laelia Milleri. Such beautiful women.
Pick up a copy of her phenomenal book
The Girl with the Monkey on her Shoulder in all major Bookstores.