Michael John Gorman previews new work from scientist-turned-artist Bea McMahon, at the Green on Red Gallery this winter
According to Bohemian immunologist and poet Miroslav Holub in his essay ‘The Dimension of the Present Moment’ the present is not an instant but a rolling duration of approximately three seconds. ‘Everything else’, he regrets, ‘is either hope or an embarrassing incident’. For Holub, the ego was imprisoned in this time-interval, the duration of an acceptable line of poetry, a memorable guitar riff or a Mozart motif
Róisín Kennedy discusses Carey Clarke’s Portrait of My Daughter, Michelle, the winner of the Ireland-US Council Portrait Prize at the 178th RHA Annual Exhibition
Riann Coulter finds a personal compendium collated with daring and vigour, in Basil Blackshaw’s work
