Tap. Tap. Tap. A sound eerie, haunting in the night that harkens the death of someone dear. Such is the tradition surrounding the deathwatch. When a family member was on the sick bed often another would sit by their side the night through and a rhythmic tapping in the night would foretell the death of […]

Just about everywhere you look in Armagh is some rich texture or pattern waiting to be tactically discovered, sensed and felt. Often, as in the photo in this post, the patterns overlap with the textures with a lush density that can swallow your attention until you must break free to find the next (or rush […]

Today I walked about in the city of Armagh finding some unique textures in the process. Below are a few of my wonderful finds:

As a theatrical designer in the 2014 Armagh project I have been toying with a few design ideas for the plays we are working on. I have also been toying with a few story ideas for a short play which will commence first, followed by a broad sketch of some initial thoughts about a few […]

Armagh awakes Pulsating with methodical hum. Purposeful, yet without the desperation a’common ‘cross the pond. A paradox of birth and dust. The city is at once born anew each day, flowering in lively hope, from dark and Troubled past, Sprouts of Bartsia reach for the sun. Backdropped by ruins, A city without time Hallowed halls […]