And so, midsummers day dawned with the most typical of Irish weather. It didn’t make life easy for the 2,500 brave souls who volunteered to take part in Spencer Tunick’s art installation in Dublin. I’m sure it was an event to remember for all those who took part though. I briefly flirted with the idea myself, but decided to give it a miss – a decision I’ve no strong feelings about one way or t’other.
I’m sure there will be lots more blog posts about the event in the next while, but here are some of the early reactions and accounts.
Boards.ie has an active thread on the Dublin shoot. This page on the thread has some of the press photographs.
This was the 200 most euphoric and up-for-it people in the gaff standing shin deep in the sea and having a party. Even when it got to the posing, it was mostly about who could shout something to make the most people laugh. My personal favourite was ten seconds of silence followed by a lonely-sounding “I don’t know what a tracker mortgage is”
Rosemary Mac Cabe has a very touching and thoughtful piece. In particular, these words were striking:
“And somehow now I find myself on the verge of tears; while glad that I partook, I wouldn’t do it again. The cold was unbearable, the ground was stony, the wait was difficult and my patience wanes easily. My tears are for the fact that I will most likely never again feel so free.”
I think this is a symptom of a world where we we have never been so connected to each other through technology, but have a feeling of being disconnected. My own personal way of dealing with this is take a walk along the beach and just listen to the waves.
Aidan K was a volunteer at the event and will have happy memories of the sight of 2,500 naked people cheering at the early morning ferries.
Any more accounts? Feel free to leave a comment with a link to yours.