Alice Beresford

Artist & Photographer

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23rd June 2016

Exhibitions                                        .

SCAR LINES

A railway journey thru Central and Eastern Europe

June 27th-July 10th 2016

FIRST FLOOR

Bonhams 31 Molesworth Street Dublin 2

I did not have a preconceived idea of where my trip was going to take me visually. I just knew that I was going to go overland by rail with my Mamiya 7 and a bag full of black and white film. Stopping in big cities, hoping to encounter vibrant cultures that make up the essence of the continent of Europe. Once in these cities, I found that their major tourist attractions related to the wars and oppressions of the 20th Century. As I travelled eastward it went from scars caused by World War 1, to World War 2 then to Communism. I passed thru many countries that had been changed due their membership of the European Union and others that had not embraced the idea of Europeanism at all. All are now being affected by the migration from countries to the east and south that are in deep conflict. The migration, I missed witnessing first hand by months. It is reminder however, how Europe as a continent, has thru the centuries been witness to great movements of people, as well as changes of land borders. It is and always will be a continent that is in constant flux.

There is a mixture of hand printed and digital images.

As well as this show I am having a Retrospective of my work from the last 20 years

A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE

at

 The RedBank 1736 Wine Tavern

Basement 17 Duke St Dublin 2

1st-14th July 2016

19th September 2014

Exhibition. Not From Here. 22th-27th Sept 2014

Not from here

PRIVATE VIEW 23RD SEPT 6-9PM
HARTNOLL & DAUGHTER
37 Duke st St James SW1 6FD
OPEN 12-5

These works pay homage to a desolate yet stimulating urban landscape, as captured by an artist whose palette is influenced by the ultra rural, the lush green countryside of the Wicklow Mountains in Ireland.

18th January 2014

Lost and Found in LA

It was a long hard puff that I took. I felt it in hit the bottom of my lungs as I spoke a smoky thank you to the dude whose warning I had ignored. I know dope dude. I thought as his words floated over me.

Cyn finished her fag and we started to walk back thru the trees to the gig. We could hear Willie’s dulcet tones.

We upped the pace. But I knew I should get some water. I told Cyn I would see her at the seats. As I was walking back with water and wallet in hand my mouth started to cotton up.

Oh oh.