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Instead of unpacking the boxes in our new living room, we are going to Limerick, a city on the River Shannon, 85 km from Galway, which I really like. The rain is falling more and more, but I have a striped umbrella and it fits the colorful Limerick doors in Victorian townhouses. On the fence of the “People’s Park” we are welcomed by pictures of the inhabitants, and under the autumn trees, there are sculptures of painted horses.

In my opinion, in Limerick, art emerges on every corner. Sometimes it is rebellious, or it can be dirty, annoying, or, on the contrary, very delicate like Songs and the Soil exhibition at Limerick City Gallery of Art.

Mark Garry has invited three other artists: Natalia Beylis, Padraig Cunningham, Sharon Phelanto to discover the relationship between landscape and sound. I see in their works the little joys of the earth, which we will not notice as we rush, but we have to open ourselves to them again, as in childhood, when we were happy with a blade of grass. However, this light art also hides greek tragedy and social elements. This is simply life!

From tiny beads braided on strings, the artist arranged a delicate landscape that is almost imperceptible, but as it turns out, it reflects the mathematical and logical arrangement of classical landscape painting. BTW, I loved wearing these beads as a teenager.

In the room on the ground floor, there is a meadow of creamy flowers that grow out of shells that looks like bones. In another room, on a metal square, sits a little butterfly, almost invisible. There is also the rainbow woven from many tiny threads. A calm and melody emanate from the artistic works.

Natalia Beylis put on the tiny white shelf a series of cobalt bottles with infusions of flowers and berries from which she had collected in her home county Leitrim. She left the flowers to charge into rainwater and sunlight while she played the music. Each little bottle has the title, name of the flower which is inside, and tracks/album of music she played for this work.

On Mallow Street, I see a boy counting raindrops on the windshield of the car. I look at this everyday poetry from the cafe window across the street, sipping an Americano from a big blue mug and munching on spinach and a giant mushroom on the sandwich. Miles Davis’ trumpet is walking between the conversations and selects an empty yellow chair against a backdrop of red doors. A bus goes down the street, and then an African woman in a colorful skirt passes by. The artist – Limerick, as dangerous or gangster as some would call him, continues to create. Go and discover this art.

In the video below you can meet artist Mark Garry and discover the ideas hidden in the artworks on this exhibition.