Into The City We Did Go.

And so we wend our way into this city of ours, and I find myself morphing into my father, and my children are treated to a guided tour of this little ancient corner of Dublin, though a fairly limited one compared to The Father's breadth of knowledge. 

I'm ashamed (and amazed) to say I have never seen the old city wall before! How'd that happen?

We didn't have time to go in to St. Audeon's Church this time, though now I've had a chance to read up some more I think we will next time.

I do love to wander through the streets of our old city, and each time I wonder just how so many weeks  go by in between visits.

We did manage to make it to Versus in Temple Bar where the Projector Collective exhibition was just winding up. It was wonderful for the children to see their Dad at work in situ and to see other people taking an interest in what they were doing. 


And I have to admit, I felt immensely proud of Jay. In the daily grind it is not always easy to hold onto the idea, the belief in oneself as an artist. And especially as a parent, life has a way of  making time stand still, as though our children, like little magic ships, bear us away to some timeless sea. 

Until one day we wake up and realise that it is all still there, the creative impulse, just outside the window.