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Julie Weber

Mixed Media

Julie Weber is an artist that explores the realms of ontology, she focuses on her relationships with evolution, labour and invisibility. Fabricated landscapes and her use of speculative fiction allude to darker realities within the work. She was awarded the Royal Hibernian Academy’s Peer Residency based on her Graduate Show from the Masters in Fine Art (Digital) at the National College of Art and Design in 2019.

Shall we have an egg and spoon race
to settle this?

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Yes I’ve tarped an eye to be bound, braided, bent –

Ignore our guests, I expect bigger tales but smaller nests.

We used tablespoons to trade stature

Ravishing external time, romantising the drinking martyr.

empty line

As you continue to whisper I have lost my native tongue,

Spoon fed a new sort and thought

I thought again love was rought,

But I have lost my native tongue.

empty line

Turn me over, hot, cold and silver,

Never held like the golden lunula

But scraped marked and etched that way.

It slips away like silly string to rope

It sips at me like every silly love trope.

empty line

As you continue to whisper I have lost my native tongue,

Spoon fed a new sort and thought.

I thought again love was rought,

But I have lost my native tongue.

empty line

The internal glow soon repulses, resents, resides –

No more genuine smiles, or high rides –

Silence and sweat speaks sirens but I soak in it still,

I clutch to the crumbs of want

One spit of drivel for an un-potted plant.

empty line

I knew it was to be written this way –

Laughs don’t stay, we soon see past red noses, red faces.

We swap backs to cradle and ears to fill,

I did not mean to write in deterioration –

Deterioration, against my will.