a city +
a garden

A state-of-the-art sonic experience, combining story and song with the world around us.


 June 11-20


 Cork + Dublin

…and now, suddenly, the two are coming towards us, the  fucking moving statues of Ballinspittle, and both of our legends were lies.

My skin smells of the river: it’s a smell like earth and wet grass and warm fragrant air and clammy hands.

We human beings wear ourselves out running about, but plants are rooted to one spot.