A Perspective on Housing Justice: Why the work of Andrea Newman is so important | Kate O’Shea
Andrea Newman’s new work, Baile na mBocht, showed at Studio 12, Backwater Artists Group on Wandesford Quay, Cork from 5 September to 3 October 2024. […]
Andrea Newman’s new work, Baile na mBocht, showed at Studio 12, Backwater Artists Group on Wandesford Quay, Cork from 5 September to 3 October 2024. […]
I’m watching the tide come up the river. It brings gulls, terns, sometimes a seal. Later it goes out again pulling brackish water over
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