Molly Buí Hennessy
she/her
There’s no bone in my body shaped to the earth like that.
There is a quiet wildness here, both outside and internal. I ask myself, what is the value of jumping into a bathtub filled with dirt, rust, and the remaining saliva of thirsty cattle?
Drawing upon the Irish Philosopher, John Moriarty's words on wildness (2002), my work embraces spontaneity, chance and absurdity as a reaction to the world around me. I see painting as a visual poetry- a way to create metaphors and conjure meaning through make believe, a way to unlock stories in one's mind. I am interested in the act of wondering.
Can 'creating' be a way to confront feelings of apathy and disillusionment with the world as I grow up within it?
Can personifying creatures whose voices we cannot understand induce empathy?
Can fences that curl and coil be a symbol of a consciousness that exists in natural environments?
This body of work is an invitation of curiosity.
Cow cud is a twin, oil on canvas, 120 x 170cm
Masked and soaking in the rust and saliva of thirsty cattle, oil on canvas, 120 x 170cm
There's no bone in my body shaped to the earth like that, NCAD Works 2025 exhibition, installation view
Suspended amidst the backbone of a dolphin, oil on canvas, 40 x 45cm
There's no bone in my body shaped to the earth like that, NCAD Works 2025 exhibition, installation view
Crawling out and underneath the seas rusted crates, paper and oil on canvas, 30 x 40cm
The salt of shells and smell of vinegar lingers inside, mixed media, 58 x 68cm
Turmeric on stretched polyester, crustaceons, NCAD Works 2025 exhibition, installation view
There's no bone in my body shaped to the earth like that, NCAD Works 2025 exhibition, installation view
This lobster exoskeleton holds a crooked landscape, oil on calico, 94 x 120cm
Research
Reference photo
Sitting in a cow trough
Collage work, paper mask and poems
Washed up crates- manmade structures morphing into the landscape
Rusted crates at the bottom of the cliffside