


Artist/writer/filmmaker ANCA. BA. MA. PhD
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Dr Joyce Garvey is a Scottish born artist and writer living and working in Ireland.
EDUCATION
Graduate of National College or Art and Design, Dublin, Ireland.
ANCA…major:Fine Art Print
BA…….major:Fine Art Painting
MA…….Film and Media
PhD……Creative Writing
AWARDS, COMMISSIONS,PUBLIC and PRIVATE COLLECTIONS include:
BANK OF IRELAND
DUBLIN CIVIC OFFICES
PSION LONDON
MEXICAN EMBASSY
‘Nature in Motion’ 2018
ST LUKE’S HOSPITAL DUBLIN
ONE WOMAN EXHIBITIONS
WOOD QUAY GALLERY
HENRIETTA GALLERY
CRYPT DUBLIN CASTLE
CORK VISION CENTRE
‘Batik Senata: Gallery Dublin 2018
GROUP SHOWS
GPO DUBLIN
RHA DUBLIN
DESIGN LODGE DUBLIN
GALLERY M VIENNA
MUSEUM SANTA CRISTINA
SIMBIOSE ART FESTIVAL
’Wild Flowering’ Oil/ Mixed media
National Gallery Turkey 2016
Exhibition Catalogues for one woman shows and group shows available on request.
CREATIVE WRITING
BOOKS
“The girl with the Monkey on her Shoulder ” (novel based on the life of artist Frida Kahlo 2016
Published by Original Writing Ltd. Dublin, Ireland.
“Lucia,the girl who Danced in Shadows” (novel based on the life of Lucia Joyce) 2018
Sylvia,the girl who talked to the Moon” work in progress based on the life of Sylvia Plath.
Short Stories, Articles, etc. in Ireland’s National Press and Literary Magazines.
Novels and cover design by Joyce Garvey
WRITING SAMPLE FROM NOVEL
Lucia,the Girl who Danced in Shadows’ relating to performance ‘Whose Feet’
THE CHAIR
PARIS 1927
I am twenty-six or seven perhaps. A young woman now and smooth of face.
In the sin of Paris I am, as sure as day, in the bar in Fouquet’s (see the lights). And they have just delivered me the news, that they intend to marry. That is my father and my mother: I do.
I eat my swallow down.
“Are you mad?” I say, and scorn the very thought of them: standing bare-faced there in front of God, in mad pretense that all is well in their distorted world.
“Why now?” I laugh, “You cannot take my fate into your hands without informing me?”
My bat brown hair is flying all around. “And did you ever think to tell me before that you never married?”
My voice reaches the far corner of the wall and bounces hard around the room. All eyes on me: I’m running off a cliff.
Mama turns to me, her sound like salt-deep death will drown me now.
“Stop this tantrum.”
Her face is hacked with hate. “This is our wish. Do you hear my words?” She turns her string of beads over and over in her hands. They rush like pebbles on the tide.
“We do not have to explain our actions to you Madam”. Her words they waterfall, her eyes they soar high with her voice: “You could not just be happy for us of-course. You are nothing but a selfish, self-centered, bastard, pretending that you care.”
“If I am a bastard,” I scream and lift the chair up high in air, “Then you, have made me one.”
And I bring the chair down hard against her scream.
One of my ‘King Lear ‘moments Babo says, but the King has stepped out way too far beyond his time.
Babo pleads to save me over and over and over, till he is not there.
And I am
Here.
Patient 120…Joyce, Lucia (daughter of author James Joyce)
Irish Writers Centre 2016. 2018. 2019
Trinity College Dublin
‘WOMAN’S VOICES’
Talk given by Joyce Garvey and Frances Mezzetti on their Art Practice
Link. https://uweboard.wordpress.com/tag/trinity-college-dublin/