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UPDATE: Explanations | Where have you been, boss?

Today I made my first post to this blog in nearly 2 months. Reflecting that inactivity, the post consisted of a podcast recorded on June 12th for Dirty Radio… old news.

So what has been happening and why has it taken so long for the In The Black Box beast to reawaken and write these words.

Well needless to say I’ve been doing other things, life has changed and my presence on the internet has had a bit of a rethink. Yes I have been cheating on this website with another blog… I am a user.. a website whore with no good bone in my body, I know! The shame of it all is overwhelming.

However I am hoping that you my users will come to understand why I have been doing this.

Since I finished college in May I have been working on getting myself employed with a prospect for real money, the sort of money that you can exchange for goods and services. My search for this pot of gold proved extremely elusive and by mid-June I had reserved myself to sad fact that employment was not going to come easy. So I did what any sane human being would do… I made some toast. And then I set up a business.

ArtHub.ie is a venture that grew out of my own intentions to set up an art blog where I could continue writing about art and art history beyond college… keeping my eye and mind for art sharp, in case someone ever challenged me to some nerdy duel, if you will.

I spent two months designing the website from the bottom up, trying out ideas, failing, then trying them again and gradually succeeding… it was a long process. What resulted was a website devoted to promoting Arts activity in Ireland through the use of Social Media and on-line media of all types. By encouraging others to tweet and write about events we would then promote these voices in a discussion… esentially providing a place where otherwise scattered views on specific events and topics could be heard in one place. That place is www.arthub.ie.

As a result of all of this work, and actually finding some paid work in the mean time, I was forced to abandon my daily posts to this blog. Yet I would return often, checking out that everything was still working OK and people wouldn’t be viewing a pile of crap in a putrid corner of the web..

I intend to maintain this blog however. But It will become less of a blog and more of a professional band page.. something it ought to have been from the start really. A place where my music, personal writing and photographic/video work can have a proper home. I may even keep the podcast here, but either way that will always be available over on DirtyRadio, and is something that I never want to give up on.

This website is nearly 6 years old now.. and In The Black Box, as a personal initiative, is about 8 years old by my calculations… it is close to my heart and the single longest thing I have ever committed to. The changes that are coming are only going to strengthen and focus my creative output.. while my music and art reviews are set to continue on a website that is more appropriate.

In the coming months intheblackbox.eu will take on a new look and will be integrated seamlessly with daviddonoghue.com . No longer will the two be separated, and finally all of my creative processes will have a clean and dynamic home on-line.

I am very sorry for the web silence over the past while. I encourage you to find my writing over on arthub.ie from here on out. And return to this website for all new podcasts, music, photography and videos. The process is only beginning and there is some great stuff round the corner.

I personally cannot wait.

Will you be there?

ArtHub on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/arthubireland
ArtHub on Twitter: @art_hub

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Trinity Art Exhibition

All quiet here recently…lots of stuff coming up, not to mention this huge event in Dublin city…make sure you check it out!

I will be exhibiting at the exhibition next week at the Oisín Gallery in Dublin City Centre..

Check out the facebook page and come along to show your support for artists in Trinity college..
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Dun Laoghaire Marina


I took a stroll down to Dun Laoghaire with my camera in hand as I had done many times before, and some of the fruits of my labour were seen on here a few weeks back. Well I finally got around to forming a dynamic of the images I took that day. The Marina in Dun Laoghaire has gradually become one of the most impressive in Ireland over the years. One of the improvements has been the construction of two or three new breakwaters within the main harbour walls to allow for the safe mooring of all the private boats. These breakwaters are slightly less visited than the main piers, and can offer a welcome break from the crowds while at the same time giving you a new perspective on the harbour as a whole. A mesmerising vertical pattern is created as you peer through the forest of masts that sit in the marina. Each one creating a unique rhythm as its lines slap against the wood and metal, forming into a uncoordinated ripple of sound that bounces off the water. On this day the sun was shining relentlessly against the coming Autumn and while there was a brisk wind off the sea the sun kept the hands warm (only in Summer!).

The light bounced off the rippling water as it lapped against the inside of the breakwater. This created an endlessly fluctuating pattern for my camera to catch for a few minutes. In my head now it is these two things that strike me most about that visit to the marina. The sound of the water and the masts.. working in tandem with the reflections off the waters surface, rolling beneath the sea breeze.

Once again the sheer aesthetic confusion created by both the endless masts and the seas dancing patterns lends itself to a more confusing yet stimulating Dynamic.. like that of the Blackrock Baths.

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Blackrock Baths


I was down taking some shots of the Baths in Blackrock. I was struck with how it was so run down yet still charming. So charming in fact that the waterfront around it was full of people eating their lunch and watching the waves brush the coast. The area around the entrance to the baths is now covered with a thick layer of sand and shells. The door is found down a small gap between the Bath wall and the dart station. Graffiti lines the walls, so much so that it has become a mess of colour rather than displaying any words or shapes in particular. The steel doors have long since been sealed and even they have succumbed to a new colourful paint job. The Diving tower stands strong at the foot of the baths looking over Dublin bay. Seagulls hang out on the top most railings, while the metal appears to slowly but surely fall apart as its paint is stripped by the seaside weather. The baths, even in such a dilapidated state are fondly seen as the defining feature of Blackrock on the Dublin coastline, its resilient diving platform, soiled from head to toe in bird shit, stands proudly on the seafront watching the tide go in and out while the rest of the world gets a face-lift.

Perhaps it was inevitable that this Dynamic would come across so disorderly and confusing, especially in comparison to the relative cleanliness and modernity of the Becket Bridge.

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July – Found

I was standing under the trees to shelter from the lightest of rainfall. It was golden sunlight that lit the sheets of floating water, iwas happy to watch it from my green refuge, the light was shining through the leaves behind me and above a drop would fight its way through the foliage every so often wetting my hair. The rain gave a hum that i couldnt hear but could see in the space between me and the furthest point. And in my ears were bullets in conversation, jumping, that was a good moment with mother nature.

She is in headphone heaven. Pill boy pops between swigs, train to the centre. Make it last this time, song never end, make it last or let him wake up in clean clothes and the original brain, nothing like it is now, pill boy to the centre of the earth, the heart.

I would hear the DMC videos and you know it would go from there.. It was never easy in the winter when the snow would freeze over the aerial.. Field dynamics dont underestimate the infnite perspective, rollng steel vectors to the west and digging the natural earth grooves, ys on tour and six bucks a beer, nothing like a sprite and a bud before breakfast, just bring that home in a golden groove… Run alongside, as fast as possible, keep up run along.. Deep grooves, you dont forget that face young to old, there were a lot of young djs in detroit that were just djs, single tree, field dynamic, far out perspective point. Car drain, filterthe movement

Music ripples through no noise, nothng but the reactions that result. And now through the wall the whole world continues and i exist in stasis waiting for the last breaths of this, the longest of days squeeze from out of my weary lungs.. Disk man take me to that higher state of consciousness.

A day when ideas dig deep into the brains of thosd around us. Dont let this one go, dont let it beswallowed up by the wants of futile desires. Ambition breathes life into long years and there will be many to withstand over time. Consider ambition and dont forget that it is always to be done…. Without question

Just waiting till the right time to close up and give in to the needs.smothering him in envy the serpent circles territory afraid of the intentions of its enemies. Yet nobody was here to invade

And we wonder how it will all work out, this new thing,

Dammit give in and dont threaten me behind a smile – you are irrelivant

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Just kept on Going Going.

And when you kick in… the perfect vibration… and it licks the inside of my skull.. the closest. It scrapes out all the shit. Thats all that was needed. Lets realise that… yes. its good..

 

So i hoped out just far enough from the end. I took time to see it without the rest. I took the time to feel the wind unhindered. The bench was waiting for the next body. The cyclist just kep on going.. washing by like a flash floods… tsssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!aaaaaaaaaa and then he was gone.. the corner revealed his tail lights… reaching the next hill and looping off into the ridge.. the wall… the grind. And the familiar looked so serene… so simple. Yellow.

 

The milk man dropped off the simple things a little early.. Someone to come home to these days… the nights are cold enough to keep it fresh, and that constant rhythm had a taxi man with smiles and smiles… for miles and miles… every green happy… every yellow laugh…  nothing replaces he who is happy with his lot… and he was appreciative of the gesture…

 

The night kept on cooling… and drops formed on the end of some blade of glass somewhere…

 

… wheres my keys?

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62-365

May yesterdays plans turn into tomorrows flowerpots… or will there be time in this place,

 

dreams take me close to you, speaking your words and perfecting the scene…. the light, perfect, … the room, perfect…. the time, perfect…. 

 

open windows and morning breaks the rhythm…the dark and its hope is hunted down… my only reason to sleep if it brings me close.. 

and we all need movement..and flash and bang… and we all need rhythms at any and everytime possible…

 

and the city moves around us

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60-365

Repeditive…

….and again we see it happen …. footsteps on the face …. bang down anger rhythms… tap on drums with heavy shouting sticks… 

 

we all want to be the most important….

 

…screaming children

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And they called it Limited power…and slow and slow and slow…

and we all play piano at some point somewhere

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A good blogger….(Shinichi Maruyama)

…knows when to call it a night

 

but this is a late a powerful vibration that came my way via faces from far away… simply stunning shots and deeply rooted in Japanese artistic heritage… in my opinion a true representation of Nihonga art through the photographic media…

SHINICHI MARUYAMA

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