Municipal officials argued the city needs a symbol, a monument. So they commissioned artists for ideas. The winning entry was a 120 meter tall, stainless steel, pin-like structure. Oblivious to the irony of a city devastated by a heroin epidemic, they called it The Spire. Dublin people call it The Spike.
She has the world at her feet, she can command whatever price she wants because her talents, the critics say, is immeasurable. So when she sets up her own corporation with publishing, script writing and audio-visual arms, some people say she is foolish. The smart ones say she is prudent.