Of Course

7 July - 30 July 2022

Opens: Thursday 7 July, 6-8pm

 

🥬

🥬

 
 

Of Course is an exhibition that includes work by Leah Corbett and Ronan Smyth, and poems by Susannah Dickey, Padraig Regan, and Conor Cleary. The exhibition will be accompanied by a dinner party that unfolds throughout the month of July in a series of courses - a starter with Leah Corbett and Thomas Wells, a fish course with Jane Peaker and Sam’s Eden, a main course with Conor Cleary, Phillip McCrilly and Padraig Regan and a dessert with the Waste Land Track Club, Emma Brennan, Louise Kennedy, Ellen Reay and Pete Moser.

 🍳

Over a bottle of rioja (brought back from a holiday in Italy in a suitcase by their mother), I sit with Padraig in the front garden, the sun setting and then set, and we talk about food. This isn’t exactly an unusual evening, apart from the smuggled wine, and that on this particular evening we’re talking about how to turn a dinner party (a beautiful, dreadful thing) into an exhibition.

Together we’ve been to, held and missed many dinner parties

 Nothing in Leah’s childhood prepared her for the frequency with which she now attends dinner parties… A

 – at my place, or theirs, or our friends, in Bookfinders Café, The Curfew Tower in Cushendall, in Cittiglio, Italy, the Ormeau Park. And theatrical, yes, some of them, performative, yes, also that, but for an audience? no, and on display? lasting for almost a month? Of course not.

 We’ve both written poems about these dinners:

The / open half of a lemon had / been left in the kitchen, / weeping into the grain of / the table. B

The soy sauce has an interesting saltiness, says Harriet, killing any hope / I’d fostered that this was going to be an entertaining dinner C

and about food, cooking and eating;

 We thought to call it a collaboration. The eggs, the oil, the honey and / the salt. D

 I add the fat I’ve stolen from some calf I’ll never meet. I eat it & think / I should have added more. I eat it & think about the moment that it will become // not it but I. & not without regret, I feel this process taking place. E

We sit and ask the tired dinner party question, who would you invite to your dream dinner party? Dead (Prince, Karl Marx, Gertrude Stein (a terrible party is born)) or alive (you). Or with more intent, whose dinner party would you like to be invited to? Whose table would you like to sit around?

 Let us eat the table. / Let us break its legs and turn it upside down. / Let us tear the bread and stuff it inside the goose / inside ourselves. Let the lovely feelings go the way of flesh. F

And who would you like to feed you?

Of Course is a gathering together of this; is the dinner party realised; is the feast in which  

in order to plan a gastronomic tour G

I ate the day / Deliberately H

Around a table by Leah Corbett, with ceramics by Ronan Smyth housing a herb garden, planted from friends gardens, we invite you to come and eat.

And at the end of it you know Fate cannot harm you, for you have dined. I

A. Zadie Smith, NW, p85 B. Padraig Regan, Delicious, p2 C. Manuela Moser, unpublished D. Manuela Moser, Partisan Hotel, p23 E. Padraig Regan, Some Integrity, p23 F. Mary Ruefle, Selected Poems, p98 G. Anna del Conte, Secrets of an Italian Kitchen, p4 H. Seamus Heaney, Field Work, p1 I. M. F. K. Fisher, How to Cook a Wolf, p 75

 
 

More information about the Menu can be found below. If you are interested in coming to any of the meals, please let us know if you have any allergies in advance by emailing catalystarts@gmail.com


About the Artists: