Cobh

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What I like about Cobh ( here and here you can find some historical infos) it’s the quality of light here which is perfectly bright on sunny days and perfectly dull on rainy ones…It’s because of the all-embracing water which both reflects light and beautiful blues of the sky as well as it unifies with the grayness of the clouds creating rather gloomy landscape with no brighter spots… You can also see like the land opens itself into a passage towards a wide seascape, which can lead you to the Continent and beyond…it’s like living with the continuous promise – you’re no limited to any visible borders, your landscape is not towering over you, but rather – being flat and marvelously empty – is like a carte blanche waiting to be filled up with meanings… Living here I think I know what Irishmen mean by feeling “imprisoned” while living/visiting countries without or with a little access to the open water…It’s just like an addiction, I experienced it myself while visiting my native inland in Poland…I felt like choking and just kept looking for any sight of water…

Here are some photos of Cobh I shot in the last few months (spring – autumn 2007):

1, 3, 4. Tiny and Huge – series. Here the size really matters and in Cobh the common sense of yours is likely to be challenged with enormous floating structures which you have to rationalize and assimilate. On 3 and 4 the formidable physique of the Navigator of the Seas, third biggest liner on the world. It caused a little sensation between locals when it appeared for the first time. I’ve seen very old people being led by their relatives to see the monster… Like in fairy-tales – thirsty sensation crowds gathered when dragons, beasts or another god-not-knowing creatures were invading the homeland.

2. The Cathedral – another The Huge which you have to love or hate, it’s impossible to ignore it.

5, 6. So lonely… – looking at animals in the Fota wildlife park (to be precise – it’s located on a tiny island neighbouring Cobh and connected to it by a bridge) I cannot help asking: Who’s watching who? – they’re so lonely and fragile yet so independently alive… The angler is a foreigner, you can say it by noticing how far he is with his thoughts, cautious and withdrawn from his present condition.

7. View from the Marloag Forrest – it’s funny how breathtaking views translate into mere pretty pictures. I still remember a poignant appeal of that tiny yacht fighting a losing battle with the space…

About kasia

Born in Poland. Lives in Ireland, Cork. Visual artist. View all posts by kasia

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