(the boy who ate the crocodile)
DeValera’s Ireland is dead and gone.
Ocras and Olcas, Hunger and Evil, are the faux mythological sagas I created to examine what I call Halcyon Ireland. Ocras, the first half of this collection, addresses craving.
Ocras is no stranger on this island, though I have never met him. I have never starved, I took the soup, and it doesn’t burn my tongue, or my mother’s tongue or our mother-tongue. I crave Gaeilge. I crave stories, and devour them. I gnawed on storybooks as a child.
DeValera’s Ireland is dead and gone. Ocras perches at its grave, searching for carrion. The carrion I find, or he finds, we find, is Halcyon Ireland, and she craves to be devoured. Ireland always has, felt great hunger, but ultimately, hungers more tragedy.
The hand animated film OCRAS, imposes my sense of national and personal craving and hunger across three generations, my father, myself and my little cousin. The boy meets the crocodile, my seanchai, my salmon of knowledge, and as the crocodile feeds the boy three tales, he is consumed with them.
Perhaps my hunger is selfish, the myths Yeats so loved do not quench my thirst so I forge more. It is an appetite for audience, that celebrates me as the soloist, and a soloist craves nothing more than to be devoured.
I do not apologise for my full belly.
Highly Commended by the Global Undergraduate Awards 2018, the short hand animated film OCRAS: the boy who ate the crocodile (2018)
has now been screened multiple times including in the Gate Cinema, Cork, as part of the premiere art(ist)FILM series of the IndieCork Film Festival celebrating achievement and exploration in Artists' Moving Image , and in Croke Park at the Global Undergraduate Awards Summit 2018.