Park It. Live It. Love It.

a story of a girl living in the Northern Hemisphere

The Learning.

I was lucky enough to be in Dublin, Ireland during its annual ‘Culture Night’. In short, the city of Dublin and a few surrounding areas open their doors to all the cultural and artistic attractions this grand city has to offer.

Even with the free shuttle buses, information points and free booklets you are immersed and lost in lights, music, colour and crowds as you dive into the country’s capital.

It was exciting to be a part of the community spirit as the young and old took on the cobblestone streets of Temple Bar, the undeniably cool quarter of the city of Dublin, excited about where to go next for a piece of Irish culture.

We found many old characteristic buildings with twisted winding staircases, carved high ceilings and wafts of cheap wine through the halls where all the students would cluster not expecting to be touched by the artworks and only after a free drink on a friday night.

Some places held the buzz of comparing notes and opinions, people giggling over wine and speaking with artists. Whereas other locations were very quiet, letting the art do the talking and creating an atmosphere reminiscent of the fancy dining room of your parents house where they entertained guests and you were told ‘don’t touch and keep to yourself’.

Clearly some artists were just having a laugh and YOU were in fact the art as they stood hidden, watching you attempt to interpret their piece and taking bets on how long before you gave up in disgust slash pretended to understand and just walked away.

I wish I could have taken a picture of the piece this comment referred to – imagine a grey misshapen chicken made of clay and covered in pockmarks, set in front of a curtain. My point exactly.

My friend made a comment about a particular exhibition which put into perspective that art isn’t for everybody, ‘I don’t like this display, it’s a ‘Power and Priviledge’ theme and its just old photos of rich people. I don’t find that very inspiring’.

Music was playing in the streets – ranging from buskers to bands to djs – while people leafed through their culture booklets. We stumbled upon an Irish jig and joined in for a wee bit of dancing. Much merriment was had by all and it didn’t matter that although the steps were relatively easy, my feet weren’t as fast as they could be. I will work on it.

Our evening ended with a viewing of the Irish classic ‘The Committments’ on big screen ¬†underneath a brilliant full moon. We should have all been committed for staying out in 4degree weather to watch it. It was a great ‘filim’ (aka film) as the Irish say, a good end to the evening except for the sharp wind biting at my neck and nose – the 4.50 euro I spent on a pair of gloves and a beanie earlier on that evening will go down as the best buy ever.

Art and Culture makes you take a look at yourself and do an internal audit of your own skills where the end result is you realising you do not have a creative bone in your body…well only enough to be able to write about those who do.


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