Deep Clean (EXHIBITION)
Once there was a wee dancer sweating her heart out in Holland. One day her meat hit the floor. THUMP. She crawled home and covered the bone. Her mind full of images she started chopping. Chop chop chop, at the newspaper, the magazines, the flyers on the street. Soon Telafone Straat was full of contorted mouths and cheap ripped slapdash painted Francis Bacon love. Thin, a shaved head, hunched over a Burrough’s pride. She came home to Ireland. The meat that hit the floor was getting older, the fabrics around her grew softer for the flesh. Still chop chop chopping, she worries it will never be the same as the late white nights of Holland. The smell of that Tippex room, 3am, 100 rollies, Pavel says are you ok? Aye, I just need to finish Madonna’s eyeball then I’ll sleep.
An exhibition of collages by choreographer Oona Doherty, one of Ireland’s most exciting and promising dance artists.