- 27 May 03
He’s been many things: a roadie with De Danann, a carpenter with Druid, a founder of the world-famous Macnas theatre group and, not least, a six-foot four-inch Connemara man in a skirt and self-styled “cranky fuck”. But now Paraic Breathnach spends a lot of his time crying tears of rage. Olaf Tyaransen finds him down but definitely not out. Portrait Aengus McMahon
Somewhere towards the end of our interview, Paraic Breathnach, rebel artist, agent provocateur and co-founder of Galway’s world-famous Macnas theatre group, makes a rather surprising admission for a 47-year-old, six-foot-four, brick shit-house of a man from the wilds of Connemara.
“I cry most days,” he tells me, in his strong west of Ireland brogue. “I find that tears are very close to me at the moment.”
Then again, maybe it’s not such a surprising admission. He has a reputation for brutal honesty and speaking his mind, no matter how unpalatable or unpopular the truth. In fact, in many ways, it’s these very traits that have landed him in the unenviable position he’s in. It’s no big secret that Paraic Breathnach’s currently riding fairly low on life’s rollercoaster – and has been ever since he found himself ousted from the theatre group he helped to create in the mid-’80s and managed through its peak in the ’90s.