The Sit Down.

The Art Shelter — Tue, 31 Mar 2026 09:44:41 GMT

Introduction

The Art Shelter is a Dublin-based artist-curator collective founded by Feride Gormez, Lana Zubović, and Svenja Michelle Behle. Working under the umbrella of various art forms, including visual, video, installation, performance, sound, and writing, the collective aims to foster a mutually beneficial exchange through public events, creating unforeseen dialogues and connections that lead towards a deeper understanding of aesthetic and sensory experiences.

The collective’s third event, titled ‘The Sit Down.’ will take place in Bewley’s Theatre room on the 2nd of April, Thursday from 6 pm to 11 pm.

With this short film/moving image screening project the collective is exploring the themes of home, conflict, the emotional landscape of displacement, and the ever shifting sense of “home” and what this means in context of nomadism, globalization, intimacy and place through moving image works and poetry.

The short film/moving image screening event will open with poetry readings by three poets on the stage of the theatre room, followed by up to an hour of short film screenings by artists from Ireland, Turkey, Hong Kong-Ireland and Croatia. After the screening a panel discussion will be facilitated with the attending artists (led by Blue Niall) to further elaborate on what moves people to make work about such an intimate but universal topic and further explore the films and poems of the night. The event will conclude with two live music performances by Pilar Paradela (harp) and follow up band set by Khidyie (Singer/songwriter).

The screening event on April 2nd will be featuring:

Artists:

Harun Nergiz
Elif Belgen
Ivan Lučev
‘Čakaj Me’ Krešimir Zimonić
Gareth Stack
Temmuz Süreyya Gürbüz
Rik Higashikawa
Choy-Ping Ní Chléirigh-Ng
Lana Zubović

Poets:

Molly May O’Leary
Philip Anthony Kenny
Mariam Alaga

Musicians:

Pilar Paradela (Harp Player)
Khidyie (Singer/Songwriter)

Event Host: Blue Niall

Writer: Leah McDonogh

‘Oscillations ii’ was written by Leah McDonogh as part of this screening event.

Oscillations ii

Oscillating ii., a superfluous document, text in excess, concerned with its

aesthetics, the polymorphic body. a metapractice, a self fulfilling prophecy.

notes on the ______ (body).

h-o-m-e,

the naturecultural organism-, binary constructs, home curated, deconstruction,

simulation and creation through reterritorialization. Ruminations.

<< home >>

It penetrates through,

– (minus) the landscape

– (minus) your <>

Brick + brick + brick, shapes of atmospheric colours - burnt sienna, raw umber,

burnt sienna, toasted cardamom seeds, charred black around the edges,

smoldering ash, navy ink, charcoal. its bruised skin.

Black bubbles impede the smooth brick, they don’t pop. between brick + brick +

brick thick piping fills their cracks, the chasms, deep magenta pink smothered

over, pink overlays.

A mortar of cement (lust) and sand (decay), lust and decay.

Pipes, wires, systems: twist and contort, like how you’d imagine your

intestine(s). satellite, crunch, expanding foam, insulation, its raw guts curdle.

a wheeze. the sound of hollow concrete =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=.

Sediment sinks, this time yellow, fluorescent yellow sludge, it too penetrates

through coating the black bubbles in a _____ opaque yellow.

I pay homage, like you play a requiem mass.

The damp you felt the comfort of because you like the wet and dark spaces, the

ones that sag and droop, it’s musty, seedy and ravenous. it likes soft fabrics

nearly as much as you do. a wet cloth. clammy hands. sweat. a loosely

weaving, scratchy, tickly (sub)structure, you could wrap the bricks in.

Obnoxious, it’s irrational and repetitive. it’s grating.

Grey on grey on grey on grey on grey on grey on grey on grey on grey.

Silk, it’s baby blue this time baby, looks like there’s gold leaf through it but you

know i/you couldn’t afford that. burnt holes puncture the 60055 cm strip of silk

ribbon, ombre edges around the seared excavations.

commemorate your bed with it.

Magenta slips between, this time not like that thick piping, it’s not opaque, it’s

liquid, viscous, turbid, rancid, iridescent it drips,,,,spilling over the edges you

didn’t quite intend for it too.

dripping down floorboards, into its dimples, over the mounds of their/your

knees. i can smear it all over the aging, bending, puckering oak wooden floors,

like coated teeth. scarlet and electric, you or the streaks?, vivid, hot, temperate,

miss informed, they stain the walls.

I worship your <>

yack, stick, fuck, sick, caverns are created in the expanding space, as holes

appear, and you find your way inside of them. 1.25l, 7l, 89l, i fill them all up.

now, cover all that you/i built in rusted iron, copper, black lacquer, and straw.

pour it while it’s wet and sticky so bits of fluff and atmosphere can stick to it,

heavy, dense, corn yellow, i like it.

To carve a trace.

– (minus) everything you could not have wanted.

Irreducible it = (equals) the marshy lands of the wicklow mountains, where you

went out to hide, where you could not stop your feet from sinking, and all you

were thinking about is how the worms and insects were being squished

beneath you as you crumble the stratas they built their homes between.

buried, collapse, you thought you were away from the industrial decay.

the mines you snuck into, like crypts for your weeping interiors, water: chest

height, cathedral ceilings of silver, sudsy, damp air, zinc and lead veins.

The moss, never as soft as you expect, wirey, fuzzy, coarse, it’s never

marigold. it’s rot, rot, rot, rot.

deer skulls, detached antlers, your imagination of another time.

the green, the envy, reminding you of that idealised _____,,,,

the navy, the raw umber, here they/you/i find their _____,,,,

The roundabout at elephant and castle, the descending steps, the dance

studio, the hanging bike. the inhalation and the shame.

in (4), ahhhh, hold, and out (4), ahhhhhh

- (minus) any ambition of any sort.

Please give me your disarray, your dismay, your confliction, your fickle thoughts

of home, the futile concepts you hold of that landscape, sway, squeeze what’s

left into those fluorescent yellow coated black bubbles,

grey turns to black, black to white, white to black, grey, white, black, grey,

white, black, grey, white, black, grey.

you, me, it, grey, fur.

– (minus)

<< Leeyhaah

Leah McDonogh >>