The Glounthaune Tidy Towns and Men’s Shed Group are doing great work in beautifying Glounthaune village and keeping it litter free. For the last few years they have sponsored an anti-litter poster competition in Glounthaune National School with stunning results. Once the winning entry has been selected, I’m called in as illustrator to modify it slightly, transferring the image to a digital format so that the image can be professionally printed into a large, clearly visible roadside sign. The above are two signs that are still on display along the roadside at each end of village, with one appearing also on the wall of Fitzpatrick’s Shop last summer!
Not content with just tackling litter, just before Christmas the Men’s Shed were busy roping in Santa, or rather, his reindeer while poor Mr. Claus got stuck in the chimney of the wooden house they made! I was happy to be called upon again for some cartoon artwork and did pictures of the children and their pets looking upwards, trying to figure out what or who is making all that noise up the chimney!
Santa House Men’s Shed
Reindeer at the ready!
2017 was a busy year with these interesting community projects. 2018 promises to be even busier with our ‘Write and Illustrate your Story’ community Art project promoted & sponsored by Glounthaune Tidy Towns and Cork County Council Creative Communities Scheme. This will begin on February 15th.
We’ve heard of dancing on the radio but what about DRAWING ON THE RADIO! I recently spoke to Justin Maher on the CRY104fm ‘Youghal Today’ show about my upcoming Art Classes and Halloween Midterm Workshops for children. Justin asked me how I would go about drawing a cat like Garfield. Continue reading →
The #HeelAppeal took place on Friday May 27th 2016, 3pm @UCC for the #96fmradiothon in aid of @BreakthroCancer @marymountcork @mercyfoundcork @CUHCharity. Being an Illustrator, I couldn’t resist doing a caricature of @pjcoogan @OpinionLine96 in high heels. Did he and his fellow walkers feel the pain or comfortably strut their stuff? Well done, guys – so many families have been hit by cancer. The #96fmradiothon fundraiser is for a really great cause.
I’m delighted to see the poster I worked on for Glounthaune (Cork) Community Association and Glounthaune tidy towns to ‘Keep Glounthaune Green & Clean’ is placed on the roadway entering the village. I did this using Adobe Illustrator and it’s based on a winning original artwork for Glounhthaune Tidy Towns by Tom Dwyer and Ben Smith who were in 6th class in Glounthaune National School. Well done boys!
Back to School by Illustrator, Cork, Maeve O’Keeffe
Back to School – Cartoon Illustrator
It’s good to be back. We’ve had a frazzled few months building a house extension but life is now returning to normal. And it’s back to school time, buying uniforms and queuing outside bookshops. Continue reading →
Trampolines – beware of bumps, bruises and broken teeth!
Summer is here and so are trampolines – but beware of bumps, bruises and broken teeth!Have you similar memories, dreadful disasters or funny stories to share? Post to my blog, Facebook frazzled mammy or email: email@example.com
With the first hope of summer sunshine, out come the barbecues and garden furnishing. We go a bit mad, don’t we, with great intentions of planting summer bedding, outdoor painting and DIY? Not to mention dusting down the trampoline? But beware – this innocuous apparatus can be a dodgy danger zone! Continue reading →
With First Communions in full swing, it’s a busy time for bouncy castles. And birthdays, too! Have you special memories, dreadful disasters or funny stories to share? Post to my blog or email firstname.lastname@example.org
Daughter’s 13th birthday was approaching. How to celebrate? None of my suggestions measured up. “Mum, I’ll be a teenager,” she pointed out, “It can’t be lame.” “A bouncy castle?” I said flippantly, referring to the upcoming First Communion. “Great idea!” she agreed. Oh no, why didn’t I keep my mouth shut? Eighteen pre-teens hopping around in the pouring rain could be a disaster.
What a week! I had a great time last Saturday meeting the women in the Lace Making Guild in Nemo Rangers, Cork and hope to report on this in the Evening Echo. I got to see amazing needlecraft and was especially interested in the skills involved in creating Communion veils, christening robes and wedding lace.
After last week’s ‘Communion Dress’ article, people have been sharing their First Communion memories with me. Here’s one I like:
“After First Communion there would be a Eucharistic procession in early June where we would wear our Communion dresses, and could do so for the following few years until we grew too big. I’d grown so tall that my dress was indecently short. Like Scarlett O’Hara in the movie ‘Gone with the Wind’, my mother took down the kitchen net curtains and used the white netting to stitch a panel in the middle. My decency was saved!”
As we approach the month of May and First Communion season, some Mammy’s get carried away with the expense of the outfits, party, bouncy castle or fake tans for their Communicant’s big day. I wrote this some years ago when my now teenage daughter was preparing for her own First Communion …….
Communion dress shopping can be an expensive business!
“Mom, most of the girls in my class already have their dresses!” daughter informed me, hardly a wet week back to school after the Christmas break.
“Really? But it’s only January. The Communion’s months away. What’s the rush?”
“They say all the nice ones will be gone. Can’t we go shopping soon. Pleeease?”
“OK, maybe next Saturday then, ” I said, pushing aside all thoughts of the over-burdened credit card, and little knowing what lay in store.
Why didn’t I do the Wodan? There it stood – a gigantic Timburcoaster, a rollercoaster made of wood, creaking in the wind. The occupants of its cars screamed at each dizzying stomach-churning bend on what seemed be terrifyingly high rickety rails. “C’mon Mom, I’d love to do it,” begged Junior. His pal and the pal’s parents who brought us to the theme park weren’t interested. I’m scared of heights and didn’t want to further wreck an already dodgy back. I dithered, reneged; regretted it afterwards.