All in a bustle as I push off today in my modern-day winged curragh (a.k.a American Airlines!) for the remote southwest coast of Ireland, where I'll be hunkering in for the next six weeks on the Iveragh Peninsula. I've been awarded a monthlong residency at Cill Rialaig there, an artist's retreat in the partially-rebuilt abandoned ruins of a pre-Famine village of 12 cottages built on cliffs overlooking the Atlantic. I'll continue my embodied research into memory, longing, leaving, and the kinesthetic experience in sacred architecture, working both in the village ruins, and in the 6th century monastic ruins on Sceilg Mhichil, a rock outcropping rising 715 feet out of the Atlantic eight miles offshore.
To view more images of Cill Rialaig and surrounds, take a look at my Facebook photo album.
(View from Sceilg Michael toward Little Sceilg. Image credit: Lisa and David Erdman)