Ned Jackson Smyth

Dispersal; lithograph  240x 220cm Ulster Museum Belfast.

From Here to There 1 to 3 / Bronze / steel/ / wood : set within Strangford lough N. Ireland

Passing Through (Film Record)

To put one upon another: Hand cut blocks of cedar wood; sound track of Philip Larkin poem to put one brick upon another playing in the room  2.2 x 2.5 x 2.3m 2010

1999 Mortal Coil, exhibition awareness

The work was placed in the old music room of the Former Scrabo High School , which had been temporally set up at the time for the local arts centre.

Words that are written on the black board: Extract from Birds of Heaven by Ben Okri 1996

We began before words, and we will end beyond them.

It sometimes seems to me that our days are poisoned with too many words. Words said and not meant. Words said and meant. Words divorced from feeling. Wounding words. Words that conceal. Words that reduce. Dead Words.

If only words were a kind of fluid that collects in the ears, if only they turned into the visible chemical equivalent of their true value, an acid, or something curative - then we might be more careful. Words do collect in us anyway. They collect in the blood, in the soul, and either transform or poison people's lives. Bitter or thoughtless words poured into the ears of the young have blighted many lives in advance. We all know people whose unhappy lives twist on a set of words uttered to them on a certain unforgotten day at school, in childhood, or at university.

Vessels 1 to 3 : sandstone set within the landscape 1993