Category Archives: Artist maurice O’connell

Forking Spoons !!


​Language we were repeatedly tolf was a beautiful and wonderful thing it was not to be abused.there should be healthy respect until one had a full command of its opportunities …sounds could bring a tear to the most stern face …It is language…


The Unblinking Gaze


​We were caught in an endless gaze …at the time I had not learned a voluntary blink it was not in my toolbox of motor skills…I balanced on my father’s lap …. I had little concept of time or of anything other than the continuous now and dominant “here” as the only place you could be …I tested my father’s grip on me  arching my back and in a remarkable feat which I have lost in adulthood to shift my entire weight into my feet  or head ..i was going nowhere. ..Under the watchful gaze of this pristine woman …breathing grew from wheezing to snorkeling. ..twice I managed to create bubbles from the ooze in my nose … her face was like stone …..shortly I felt tickling in that trough below my nose …the filtrim. ..although my external attention was focused on her ..internal other plans were afoot .. as the green mucous made good progress towards my mouth …her face began to twitch…my gaze unbroken ..While a slug like appendage reached out from my recently toothed oral cavity ..like a stubby tentacle on a macro nature program it searched for this approaching ooze ….all this time father oblivious of the unravelling gastronomy. …This beautiful unspoken dance burst when my tongue founds it’s prey and she screeched, hands to her face , the pomade on that face raised in clouds as she contorted.an expression of disgust.as with all such habits we were all guilty at some point .I unblinking drew my navy blue  wool jumper sleeve and smeared the silky green mucous across  my left cheek …twisted my head and tucked myself into the corner of fathers tweed sports coat …..


The Wall


​The air is different here .. The sun requires a furrow of the brow …entering the courtyard  you see bodies and their faces pressed against the sun drenched South facing walls .. a firm but benign hand on your shoulder suggests you forward into the heat ..by association your now flushed cheek finds shade in the act of pressing yourself onto and into the wall … The insinuating disembodied hand withdraws .. a voice enters your  cranial cavity and instructs you to listen to the wall breathe ..Theirs is not rushed ..on the first breathe you hear ..hold yours …on the second return the breathe … then and only then can you leave…


Toenails


​”JESUS Maurice do something about your toe nails!!! ..your scaring the children!!!!! “…fathers big toe  frrquently made unannounced appearances on sunday afternoons during a matinee..his argyll socks were no match for his virile talon … just as yul brynner was about to draw his gun  mother would rise from her high backed arm chair with  light sherry in one hand …and with much distress lobby  for my fathers toes to withdraw into the tired recesses of fathers slippers … father was under some secret agreement which meant no toe clipping was ever carried out unless it was a leap year ..


Provenance


​And finally the fetid truth found its way into the  threshold of our auburn utopia …Mother screams in horror …”Where did you find that ?”…Father rocks to and fro  suggesting “We all get some fresh air “…I remember the day as if it was 39 years ago …In fact it was …we were seated in the lounge in our shorts profoundly  sun burnt ….Lee Marvin had an unfortunate hanging from a window …we all ahhhhed in terror and dermal discomfort… Our shouting dislodged an etching from the mantle piece ….mother twisting in her maxi skirt reached to block our gaze …at what I was later to discover was our true origin….The horrible truth was our nobility was not from two successive campaigns including Rourkes Drift nor Tibetan exploration ,or leading thousands of men to their graves in the great War ..not from warning of a possible rising of nationalists while in the employ of Dublin castle  and sadly not from being the only family to supply anaemic bears with extra blood at dublin zoological gardens but a much greater provenance, that of the oldest accolade of man that of buffoonery. …


Uncle Elizabeth


​Our Uncle elizabeth and Auntie morgan   played host to our family each summer in the idyll of their farm in the southwest of Ireland  …while fuel prices soared and armoured cars delivered money to the banks …..ourselves  and our cousins dressed in the trophies of my uncles participation in ww2 …my aunts contribution were mounds of purple hair  discarded by her mobile hairdresser … the german   helmet and desert shorts were most popular ….despite my fathers protest at our attraction to siding with the enemy   we found ourselves very  triumphant as baddies … although none of us choose  to be adolf….we seemed unconvinced by the allied expeditionary force ….


Duck of Penryn 


​Was reunited today with the Duck of Penryn …a rather delinquent two headed mallard that frequently washed itself in muddy creek in the early 2000’s however it had fallen in with a local gang of rogue fowl terrorising mother and toddler groups in the area until  I was asked i to ntervene ..eventually I stood on the little fella after he shat (sorry thats what he did ) on a 6 month olds head before stealing a Farleys Rusk from the childs mouth  …distressing as it was for the duck  I have to say its been a journey …a few tears and a jammie dodger …on my way home now …nite nite duckie. If you care to visit penryn museum to see the plague rat you might ask at the adjacent town hall to see ” Duckie ”