ZENZA the RUSSIAN POET and ARTIST

My Russian Friend asked to see a photo of my other daughter the older of the two, well here she is, she does not drink pints of Guinness as a rule, but she likes to grab a drop or two from my glass for Saint-Patricks Day.

AM I AN ARTIST????

The question as to weather I am or not an artist is one which I cannot answer but it seems that no one ever bothers to look at these messages I place on the world wide web. Am I a voice crying in the wilderness? Who benifits from my work?

THE SUMMER CONCERTS

BRALL was back and the music was good. I did many studies of the musicians and the singers during the rehersals and several on the night itself.

PORTRAIT

My friend, also called ERIC who plays the Bodhran, a traditional Irish instrument. This portrait is not bad by all accounts.

HOLY COMMUNION

My darling daughter Lucy made her first holy Communion last sunday and was as beautiful as a picture, even more so. I'm sure you would agree!

The morning after the nignt before.....

Well let's change the script! Hope that all of you out there who call in regularly find the below effort worthy of contemplation. The festival of books called 'Etonnant Voyageur' is over now and the weather was certainly astonishing for those not used to our little costal storms. The Belem was in port and looking good.

SUNDAY MORNING

I wish I could say it's a beautiful Sunday morning but ... there you go. It is, shall we say, GREY but look on the bright side, it's not raining, yet...

I often say to people, -if you don't like the weather here, like in Ireland, just wait 10 mins. The sun is always shinning it's just the clouds are in the way.

At mass this morning, yes, I go... the second reading from St. John apocalypse has a sentence interesting in the extreme, 22 17, The Spirit and the Bride, L'Esprit et L'Epouse disent...

The old argument about God's sex comes to mind. God as the beloved, the wife, The father and why not the mother,the lover, the partner, the confident, the best pal. How far removed from the authoritarian,vengeful old fellow sitting up in the heavens with the white beard ready to squash the life out of us if we don't do what we're told I like the feeling of intimicy that this notion gives me. What do you think?????

A friend of mine has a blog called The Sanguine Fan, have a decco as we say in Dublin, or a look if you'd prefer.