Conepuppet in Best Gallery/Design Shop in Ireland

On the very day this latest Conepuppet was 'born' it made it straight into the Best Gallery/Design Shop in Ireland (according the Irish Times readers) See : Ardmore Pottery.

Fairy Life

Some latest commisioned Artist Dolls. It feels great to make this little beings, and to finally have the energy to fullfill orders dating back a good few months.

Thank you, new owners of these little people, for your interest in my work. 

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"Aibhlinn" © Corina Duyn

"Aibhlinn" © Corina Duyn

Aibhlinn is now living in Vancouver, Canada

Akari  © Corina Duyn

Akari  © Corina Duyn

Akari, is the older sister of Cloud Fairy Cirrus Kalani, who has his own book. Their younger brother Tarik lives in Midleton, Co. Cork. Akari is joining him in the next few days.

ps... As always it is lovely to know that you stopped by to read my musing and follow my creative adventures. It would make my day if you leave a comment... preferably here, on the blog...? Many thanks & Lots of love Corina

Sleeping ...

Poplar Hawk Moth(s) © C.Duyn

I spotted what looked like an unusual leaf at the bottom of a branch of my Contorted Willow Tree in the garden.
It turned out to be a Poplar Hawk Moth.
Well two actually.
Mating.
But they sleep during the day.
So are they sleeping 'on the job' so to speak?

Poplar Hawk Moth(s) © C.Duyn

Serenity

My latest work. Serenity.

Took me a few months to make, but it's done... 

The pod is inspired by the Leek Pods  

This work will probably be exhibited in spring, 

if you are interested in this piece, please get in touch.

By the way, do you know about MEme's travels?

MEme's travels 

Weaving- first year completed

"Gaia" Weaving © Corina Duyn '12

It doesn't feel that long ago that I started my weaving class. That my dream of going to college became a reality.
Well the first year (FETAC Level 4) has been completed. A few months ago...
This was my last project and overall I received 94% for my portfolio.
Am rather pleased.... and proud....

(PS the tapestry is 18 x 20 cm)

Disability Studies

Presently I am looking into the possibilities/practicalities of enrolling in a course in College: Disability Studies. I had the most exciting, wonderful, encouraging talk with the course coordinator yesterday. 

I think/I know I would like this course, I know I'll be good at it, have lots to learn, have lots to give.

For the next while I will have to look at if I can do it, energy wise, getting to the actual college, and financially.

Talking to the coordinator I remembered this story I wrote a few years ago. It was published in two local papers: The Dungarvan Leader, The Dungarvan Observer, and on the Letters Page of the National paper, The Irish Examiner (under the title "Disability is no laughing matter").

From this publication, I received a letter from a boys class in a secondary school in Middleton, who wrote me a letter of support. They all signed it. It warmed my heart and thought, here are 30 teenagers, who  now potentially view people with a disability with more compassion and understanding.

Those Disabled Look Funny, Don’t They?

Living with a disability can be a challenge in itself, but sometimes society makes it even harder. Let me give you an example: I was driving down the road, and not one, but two people stared at me, and laughed. Not the ‘how are you doing’ kind of laugh, but more the ‘look at her’ kind. I asked my companion if my hat was back to front, or was there is something stuck on my face? It appears that there was nothing out of the ordinary, other than that I was seated on a mobility scooter. So, what made those people laugh at me?

Why do we stare at anybody who, in some way, looks different? Let me rephrase that. Why do adults, stare at people who fall outside of, what they consider, the norm? Children don’t stare, they just ask.

During one of my first outings in a wheelchair, a young man of about five, walked up to me and asked: “why are you in a wheelchair?” When I desperately tried to come up with an answer, he handed me a lifeline: “Are you tired of walking?” It is as good an explanation as any. Thank you, my little man. I wish adults would do the same. Ask! I don’t bite and can talk (for myself).

Years after that enlightening encounter, I was wheeled into a shopping centre in, which was celebrating it’s second birthday. A ‘pirate’ ran up to me and was about to give me a kiss and a handful of sweets. I pushed him, with all my strength, out of my face. Repeating my verbal response would not be appropriate here.

A few weeks later, my ‘mobilisor’ (wheelchair pusher) was asked: “what’s wrong with the little one?” I reckon that the questioning man, and myself, were close in age: both in our forties. I decided to tell him myself: “I am tired of walking…”

For a while I thought that the onlooker assumed that the person seated in a wheelchair never progressed beyond the age of a toddler. The toddler might be allowed to hand over money to the cashier, but, without fail, the change would be handed over to the ‘mobilisor’. Why?

Life progressed, so did my form of transport. I bought a mobility scooter. Looks did not stop. They just changed. On one of my first outings on the scooter, I had a little difficulty finding a place where I could mount the sidewalk. A young adult seated in a parked car followed my every move, before she was overcome by convulsions of laughter. I wanted to tell her that driving a mobility scooter wasn’t what I would choose either, but it is much better than being housebound and completely isolated from the outside world.

I hope she will read this.

If you have an interest in this story, you might like these ones:
Winning an Equality Tribunal Case Adventures of refusal of airline to take me on board. (Article published in IWA Spokeout Magazine '12)
When living with a disability Ireland is a different country (article published in online newspaper Journal.ie