tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18661006240633526542024-03-16T01:11:26.908+00:00Culture, Craft & Cooking!Musings about art, writing, music, travel and food (life, the universe & everything...) by Lorraine WhelanLorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.comBlogger524125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-57463163157670515972023-08-22T17:05:00.000+01:002023-08-22T17:05:07.069+01:00Venue Migration!<p>Hi All,</p><p>Just thought I would include the link to the new venue for Culture, Craft and Cooking: <a href="https://whelanlorraine.substack.com/">https://whelanlorraine.substack.com/</a></p><p>I've been here since 2013 and have seen my stats nosedive in recent months/years as Blogger has steadily and stealthily removed features that made my blog findable and readable...</p><p>So I am hoping that with this shake up and change of venue my blog might reach more people. While Substack implies that a subscription is something you pay for, indeed it is not - my blog is free to whoever may find it interesting! There is an option for future payments but I have turned that off in my settings, so you can read and look at things without harassment.</p><p>So, goodbye Blogger and hello Substack. Culture, Craft and Cooking will be the same there as it was here. I even managed to move the entire archives over! </p>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-38050410427603390502023-08-16T08:43:00.000+01:002023-08-16T08:43:31.530+01:00Lost - final prints<p>With many thanks, I received an Agility Award from the <a href="https://www.artscouncil.ie" target="_blank">Arts Council of Ireland-An Chomhairle Ealaion</a> in the fall of last year for the research and creation of a new series of monoprints <i><b>Lost</b></i>. While I began research immediately, the prints didn't start taking shape, ie, I wasn't satisfied with the results, till the beginning of March this year (2023). I have previously posted finished pieces <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/03/lost-beginning-new-work.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/04/lost-series-continues.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/05/more-from-lost-series.html" target="_blank">here</a> and now I will show the final works in the series.</p><p>My parents fulfilled their long-cherished dream of returning to Ireland in early June 1983. Since I had grown up with them saying this every year since I could remember (they had emigrated to Toronto in the late 1950s) it was actually a surprise to their children that they actually finally did so. </p><p><i><b>Taking a break from packing up their home</b></i>, monoprint, ink on Japanese mulberry paper, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eC284F3i6fGSeeDHEhZhbd5CVEVuqZ29wYu-Vi8C-RsW84G5nIsiJyHU9ltVlWrWhIRlknLWVb1k1OGbAZ3CFerTMdA2m-U6XVDDOR-_qMKpKnSymaeBfXGzKZkLR-bT8oo2px4Llsw6JDYTXuNojMj2hb-p04T4nH7zDv2dwaPEfWc4p6URxt-V7pjv/s2000/01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1428" data-original-width="2000" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eC284F3i6fGSeeDHEhZhbd5CVEVuqZ29wYu-Vi8C-RsW84G5nIsiJyHU9ltVlWrWhIRlknLWVb1k1OGbAZ3CFerTMdA2m-U6XVDDOR-_qMKpKnSymaeBfXGzKZkLR-bT8oo2px4Llsw6JDYTXuNojMj2hb-p04T4nH7zDv2dwaPEfWc4p6URxt-V7pjv/w400-h285/01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><i><b>In the early years, Christmas was an occasion for song</b></i>, monoprint, ink on Japanese mulberry paper, 18.5 cm x 12.5 cm <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14mgNPQ6hhJSGHDUzmi0hjjoCJ7y6zdhiVulwrViY4q_iF6H-k48LNRPxy5kyj3otkTx97MHc40JrRIf03RCBj0YaDjDBV4f3DbtBXeLD1F-0tI4NlEyyahR76ZnCKtv03cEy_EIjG4_RKMCoKmsHCk98HcE_LPTzzH21VAFnol-Awr4PxjxKEcfGUlSc/s2000/02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1430" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi14mgNPQ6hhJSGHDUzmi0hjjoCJ7y6zdhiVulwrViY4q_iF6H-k48LNRPxy5kyj3otkTx97MHc40JrRIf03RCBj0YaDjDBV4f3DbtBXeLD1F-0tI4NlEyyahR76ZnCKtv03cEy_EIjG4_RKMCoKmsHCk98HcE_LPTzzH21VAFnol-Awr4PxjxKEcfGUlSc/w286-h400/02.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I have many good memories of my best friend's parents who really did treat me like one of their own always making room for me at meals and providing me with a place to sleep when I was homeless. They were also great fun at video film nights, card nights, birthdays and other special occasion celebrations.</div><div> </div><i><b>They were just like second parents but also good friends</b></i>, ink on mulberry paper, 18.5 cm x 12.5 cm<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihc9Q0ILRl7oFXUPvvohOZ_Bc6t5Dg7idxhfwDh7fh9aSU7FAI2BR2ozgDptmymV16yakyViSTAxrvSkVlIlVgg4OsZzzLJMED6-OrV4nifmsmPu5oqh3gfNHjnOx64v-uTbu_F0AuxxFlBl3_7xlLHWZQudClmpKE6d96rU8T8ftwNShmXAPiSad1AK5W/s1500/03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1051" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihc9Q0ILRl7oFXUPvvohOZ_Bc6t5Dg7idxhfwDh7fh9aSU7FAI2BR2ozgDptmymV16yakyViSTAxrvSkVlIlVgg4OsZzzLJMED6-OrV4nifmsmPu5oqh3gfNHjnOx64v-uTbu_F0AuxxFlBl3_7xlLHWZQudClmpKE6d96rU8T8ftwNShmXAPiSad1AK5W/w280-h400/03.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Although I had lived in several other houses in Toronto in my early years, it was the house on Kingswood, in The Beach area of Toronto, where I spent most of my growing up. The front porch featured in many of the games we played with neighbourhood kids in my childhood. It was also a great place to sit inside on a muggy or stormy summer in the city night and still have a connection to the outdoors.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><b>Young friends described it as a big house, but with twelve occupants, the three bedroom/one bathroom didn’t seem large at all</b>, ink on mulberry paper, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg70VfpCWZcNdzValpYrn7CoXV70geLpPVx6ZHnD22tGyVqBfdaPe0-r08zhypngXgd2uWnFFfRN_oMrmKYUX3fmTEjCoUiCzdvn7cUJbBh8w1MsqO4ugqDXAnWOpblmsSaXGNEa0We8mov2zcbja2T5vRAFVHoAb5HG0GDCd023s8QyYZAXMtvkTQPMLRP/s1500/04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="1500" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg70VfpCWZcNdzValpYrn7CoXV70geLpPVx6ZHnD22tGyVqBfdaPe0-r08zhypngXgd2uWnFFfRN_oMrmKYUX3fmTEjCoUiCzdvn7cUJbBh8w1MsqO4ugqDXAnWOpblmsSaXGNEa0We8mov2zcbja2T5vRAFVHoAb5HG0GDCd023s8QyYZAXMtvkTQPMLRP/w400-h285/04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The Toronto skyline has certainly changed a lot since this memory of it from the late 70s/early 80s, before I realised it wasn’t always going to be my city, my home.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Even though the ferry ride took only fifteen minutes, from the islands the city always seemed distant</i></b>, ink on mulberry paper, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSnKRGrSTLMJ2DN7L30htiQfk3Yboh6qP8MCK_5MBXBdXQBHC8aEwTn0wFUa1wMe5fEdkSbJGQMnhN2GFnv4GNiDnUIWos_dBUEFCjcpLOxDx7xDLNlTbh2LcN_Mll9RwRyBntbHFJUirn8nKXvmWtR5pGio226RKD69M1Z8-Y-pCh8sxS3ZSfaAbgSrb/s1500/05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1500" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSnKRGrSTLMJ2DN7L30htiQfk3Yboh6qP8MCK_5MBXBdXQBHC8aEwTn0wFUa1wMe5fEdkSbJGQMnhN2GFnv4GNiDnUIWos_dBUEFCjcpLOxDx7xDLNlTbh2LcN_Mll9RwRyBntbHFJUirn8nKXvmWtR5pGio226RKD69M1Z8-Y-pCh8sxS3ZSfaAbgSrb/w400-h285/05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><p>This is the penultimate print from <i><b>Lost</b></i> series of contact monoprints and a tribute to my great friend, Jay Dampf, who died far too young, several years ago.</p><p><b><i>On the long bus journey of the first art school trip to NYC, he brought home-made instruments and led everyone in song</i></b>, monoprint, ink on Japanese mulberry paper, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYDTg93ptJdE4XUto6TArlrBt2qsn_ndzhCFGWSGu0qMCTPLyK89kMZEQLiuNaUPl7Tt_DF3MEY00lUmssBXo7XwzwgPrB3mK0Hz8MOElmLfPf6aLSSgSEfzYof1Ealy3yYzfz0T_SCB-0n8WMOZ7HwNibccAfOocQqIRwmZ4TFP0BW-XOjmQRhdQ7gFL/s2000/06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1459" data-original-width="2000" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYDTg93ptJdE4XUto6TArlrBt2qsn_ndzhCFGWSGu0qMCTPLyK89kMZEQLiuNaUPl7Tt_DF3MEY00lUmssBXo7XwzwgPrB3mK0Hz8MOElmLfPf6aLSSgSEfzYof1Ealy3yYzfz0T_SCB-0n8WMOZ7HwNibccAfOocQqIRwmZ4TFP0BW-XOjmQRhdQ7gFL/w400-h291/06.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I had nearly finished the series when I realised I never posted any in-progress/technique images! So here is the aftermath of making a print for this series. It took many attempts to get this one right (more than any other print) before I was finally happy with the image of mother and child.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GMYC319NGxpjYhASfoolDowhFo7eU-ea5cjzriLSTbbJrM3dXHT6LAFfkUZIuevd9qGa01GKIMNZtP-Yc5FHd0Q8-RYPXseGdMWZ9W78da9tscHhDO8gB4M_5zVbwP_CnB1jJhfo27Mu2U6t7Qb_9REj4eHSgUphea8tag_6hfUck1Z-DkHaS-Zbnzj4/s2000/07.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GMYC319NGxpjYhASfoolDowhFo7eU-ea5cjzriLSTbbJrM3dXHT6LAFfkUZIuevd9qGa01GKIMNZtP-Yc5FHd0Q8-RYPXseGdMWZ9W78da9tscHhDO8gB4M_5zVbwP_CnB1jJhfo27Mu2U6t7Qb_9REj4eHSgUphea8tag_6hfUck1Z-DkHaS-Zbnzj4/w400-h300/07.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><i><b>She hoped I would smile at the person behind the camera</b></i>, monoprint, ink on Japanese mulberry paper, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm, 2023. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypLqHEDWImx9CEF25k8OzuiKQ-48ubeYu8W5UFUWUV1AkCxHBZjgvZH9qbJFfc0v5Tlj4PaoCOfJg514v2IeuAII1QRcGwHL6Cs3SH1ECMp02KgDFRFf_RBgcCGsiqvt0MH_iJD89C3zUQslsIOz09ij91iPBiEjWdRKyuEKjEkCovzsfKRq8c3oUsEMA/s2000/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="2000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypLqHEDWImx9CEF25k8OzuiKQ-48ubeYu8W5UFUWUV1AkCxHBZjgvZH9qbJFfc0v5Tlj4PaoCOfJg514v2IeuAII1QRcGwHL6Cs3SH1ECMp02KgDFRFf_RBgcCGsiqvt0MH_iJD89C3zUQslsIOz09ij91iPBiEjWdRKyuEKjEkCovzsfKRq8c3oUsEMA/w400-h288/08.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-79675368484422489012023-08-09T11:27:00.000+01:002023-08-09T11:27:35.357+01:00Imperfect Collective at Signal Arts Centre<p>I greatly enjoyed Imperfect Collective’s recent show <i>Picking Up the Pieces</i> at <a href=" https://signalartscentre.ie/" target="_blank">Signal Arts Centre</a> in Bray. It was probably one of the best and most interesting exhibitions I have seen at Signal! There’s a lot here to unpack – memory, damage & repair, violence, frustration, desperation, perhaps even reconciliation.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4phnfkSjo9xZ9Nqmc0RJJIuO31sLG2f8OXPGkF44yPQ7a2LJbAk3qcz_K9uKyaXIiStaxj4ZsMo6pav8Vo3mGcrOChaoZadnUGGoeovCUWMrR6oqjSU4T3E3PAdbpqcgtsV0_LmZEKkJy6L4A8j_ETOvU1sMZLtrQVfci0HrvVWtBVywTNJwdB90xY0wQ/s2000/IC-01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="2000" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4phnfkSjo9xZ9Nqmc0RJJIuO31sLG2f8OXPGkF44yPQ7a2LJbAk3qcz_K9uKyaXIiStaxj4ZsMo6pav8Vo3mGcrOChaoZadnUGGoeovCUWMrR6oqjSU4T3E3PAdbpqcgtsV0_LmZEKkJy6L4A8j_ETOvU1sMZLtrQVfci0HrvVWtBVywTNJwdB90xY0wQ/w400-h289/IC-01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The noise of crashing plates from the video was the first thing I noticed, but since the video was already in progress I decided to have a look around the gallery first, before returning to watch it in full. It was a twenty minute long video on a loop. Most of the exhibition was sculptural, with the exception of three self-portraits of the three women who make up the collective: Cathy O'Reilly Hayes, Darina Meagher and Ann Marie Webb.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigeD2iawi0RD2FJESNB_8GwKJld1Nhc4j_-FwC6QlWjnRQvsOy8yfGdUYHyiEmMb_wvXi_WlqqBOxqYxOweBWH_AIr3junU0eFJ1Gm7jJbDw7_J_5SN5F9IPWA625ygUmXVGLYyEwRmpZajjfXD5oWKIcQTtbnoVV7OMZ89L62d-y7ITsFLNQMEqDz3c1P/s2000/IC-02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1451" data-original-width="2000" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigeD2iawi0RD2FJESNB_8GwKJld1Nhc4j_-FwC6QlWjnRQvsOy8yfGdUYHyiEmMb_wvXi_WlqqBOxqYxOweBWH_AIr3junU0eFJ1Gm7jJbDw7_J_5SN5F9IPWA625ygUmXVGLYyEwRmpZajjfXD5oWKIcQTtbnoVV7OMZ89L62d-y7ITsFLNQMEqDz3c1P/w400-h290/IC-02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div>I looked around at the various works of various awkward shapes on various plinths. All the dishes are of that type that one associates with propriety. I am familiar with the Japanese concept of kintsugi, yet the crockery is glued together carelessly and the glue painted over with gold to represent the idea of kintsugi while not actually <i>being</i> kintsugi (which is far more precise and elegant).</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubgT2JdIIo3Go60KELCGyywY8avxkgohAE5NEDtstCKCAEAtBQeTZ4hcnRUfrzfSDgGcELuJutE6KOL4KZ510_2L38S_Qw8xu6BNVRAh89XuqArzYdyzqerH-NrE_5tmbTpc9IcxMUV1s3ByojoFb19Ei365fBeDE81fMNyOzcWxItSaPQRnZQ2S0h8rs/s2000/IC-03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1607" data-original-width="2000" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubgT2JdIIo3Go60KELCGyywY8avxkgohAE5NEDtstCKCAEAtBQeTZ4hcnRUfrzfSDgGcELuJutE6KOL4KZ510_2L38S_Qw8xu6BNVRAh89XuqArzYdyzqerH-NrE_5tmbTpc9IcxMUV1s3ByojoFb19Ei365fBeDE81fMNyOzcWxItSaPQRnZQ2S0h8rs/w400-h321/IC-03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div>When I get back around to watching the video, I realise that it provides the key to the work. The video is shot in a pool without water so the sound kind of echoes. Three pairs of hands conscientiously place dishes on a table. At first it seems they are setting a table, but no, they continue stacking the dishes precariously. A large, covered, silver but tarnished, roasting dish is placed in the centre of the table and the hands begin polishing. They are not careful at all with the task and the dishes find their way to the pool floor. The noise begins. Eventually high-heeled shoes are thrown at the table of dishes and everything is broken. The shoes remain on the table. Restrictive high heeled shoes have never been part of my wardrobe so throwing them at the table does not represent a rebellion of any sort for me. But I can sort of understand the point (and yes, the high heels are also pointed!).</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJALGiAj9i0-QQzWGfX3yrwJNQAkPcRdYoNAuNM84ootrGYX6deQvNyhMHMLeUJYxCcPvpBSB5ecBZYjy41zx0EAg6Wo-f8DQfhHEKwjnL5aQ1wbIwJMjNnxsZr3ZyEk6lj9f9YZs-CYP58gwVjyd1Y0LyMnDcUyPyXvoMQCaa-EyZsacSnjXC553QL346/s2000/IC-04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1591" data-original-width="2000" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJALGiAj9i0-QQzWGfX3yrwJNQAkPcRdYoNAuNM84ootrGYX6deQvNyhMHMLeUJYxCcPvpBSB5ecBZYjy41zx0EAg6Wo-f8DQfhHEKwjnL5aQ1wbIwJMjNnxsZr3ZyEk6lj9f9YZs-CYP58gwVjyd1Y0LyMnDcUyPyXvoMQCaa-EyZsacSnjXC553QL346/w400-h319/IC-04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The press release for the exhibition talks about the societal pressure to avoid failure but I somehow seemed to have missed this concept in the viewing and instead see it entirely as a feminist act of rebellion against upbringing and propriety. There is carelessness in putting back together of the dishes - perhaps there may be some regret in breaking them but the restoration is cursory: they are no longer useful as dishes. The smaller pieces too, the plaster encased shoes kind of holding repaired dishes, no longer serve any shoe-like function. They are white. They are ghosts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwlIJiGVPr-NZlXztqFjK1S_Dl-Hiwl2oGVTH-FO9DcvJ9txl1sU2T8sXfRMjYGrGNSfNjqVRhji9K4uNdMib7eB1jR9bqh-7qGbLJDbVZLHo57hTzcBwDtfyQ1GaRNdtQ9ZH7EmpOkII9NTu95VOeZvYCkCpWbPjT4MpUPEnS6Pa4aQaK_wS935Eu0Io/s2000/IC-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1918" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlwlIJiGVPr-NZlXztqFjK1S_Dl-Hiwl2oGVTH-FO9DcvJ9txl1sU2T8sXfRMjYGrGNSfNjqVRhji9K4uNdMib7eB1jR9bqh-7qGbLJDbVZLHo57hTzcBwDtfyQ1GaRNdtQ9ZH7EmpOkII9NTu95VOeZvYCkCpWbPjT4MpUPEnS6Pa4aQaK_wS935Eu0Io/w384-h400/IC-05.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-11583528177309706032023-08-02T09:55:00.000+01:002023-08-02T09:55:44.955+01:00Orla Whelan at The Pearse Museum, Dublin<p>I visited <a href="https://www.pearsemuseum.ie/" target="_blank">The Pearse Museum</a> in early June, specifically because I wanted to see Orla Whelan’s latest exhibition <i style="font-weight: bold;">Glas, Gorm, Uaine</i> and see how she related it to the musem itself. I blogged about the outdoor part of the visit <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/07/pearse-museum-at-st-endas-park.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDEVNCQtPkVLtNl_rWOdCXrzcNywubGyT4wciqJhal75RMbD0MiinlwAZvnMev_imRSYwW7yOhEPjfFcR8-bA7qID-PO6fkMHeJipKD6Xa70oMVSgip72CDdY4ZmDxbLh8V2oo34tRc5iObK-SCqvQVo7noD7LPaFe4gJZVKFV9VdpbvGFnk4s_TTICNT/s1500/OW-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1459" data-original-width="1500" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDEVNCQtPkVLtNl_rWOdCXrzcNywubGyT4wciqJhal75RMbD0MiinlwAZvnMev_imRSYwW7yOhEPjfFcR8-bA7qID-PO6fkMHeJipKD6Xa70oMVSgip72CDdY4ZmDxbLh8V2oo34tRc5iObK-SCqvQVo7noD7LPaFe4gJZVKFV9VdpbvGFnk4s_TTICNT/s320/OW-04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;">Whelan's abstract work tends to be site specific with an intention related to the building in which it is set, so I was curious how it would fare in this museum. I last saw her work at <a href="https://www.rathfarnhamcastle.ie/" target="_blank">Rathfarnham Castle</a> and I blogged about it <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2020/09/orla-whelan-at-rathfarnham-castle.html" target="_blank">here</a>. My own work was exhibited at Rathfarnham Castle last year and I did several blogs about work leading up to the exhibition, installation, opening night and virtual tours; simply do a search on this site for <i><b>Memory Is My Homeland</b></i> for further details.</p><div>The gallery at the Pearse Museum consists of two rooms. The first room was occupied by a large floor piece </div><div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTO8ZsKza4MiB4f-UtxuFIQ8jMSzfYtTH43BVR0Tj6-iJ2PS_FImQhKlFLYSAzSUvv0y0-KNB-sSF-BtkmCYeHMOk4BSnS2lPRcT8o03QYffI6xfQqB9cFXLxbgmEUvfg9yxTg5y7yb86XzdCbNqHzRGXMggQLvEMz_9lH9mrbP9g9WqDsMMsT39pNLcXZ/s1500/OW-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTO8ZsKza4MiB4f-UtxuFIQ8jMSzfYtTH43BVR0Tj6-iJ2PS_FImQhKlFLYSAzSUvv0y0-KNB-sSF-BtkmCYeHMOk4BSnS2lPRcT8o03QYffI6xfQqB9cFXLxbgmEUvfg9yxTg5y7yb86XzdCbNqHzRGXMggQLvEMz_9lH9mrbP9g9WqDsMMsT39pNLcXZ/w400-h300/OW-01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and the walls of the second room contained smaller works on linen. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTuKmu5cPy0O_Zv8tVuKrIkioPnLXXTWa_PUwetuqyCvlzb6-D-FmuIoS1jaeqnm-7G4YV4V-R9HjjxtP81TUKIeGBs4dBqDqUxqlGyq8BpRM-uCqw6zMOrcs6SzMoI9alksxv5YAeGfNQMLhXrF2Cn2sdtw84uaT-_pt6oSrtaEOrI49atON0iKQ9Dq4/s1500/OW-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTuKmu5cPy0O_Zv8tVuKrIkioPnLXXTWa_PUwetuqyCvlzb6-D-FmuIoS1jaeqnm-7G4YV4V-R9HjjxtP81TUKIeGBs4dBqDqUxqlGyq8BpRM-uCqw6zMOrcs6SzMoI9alksxv5YAeGfNQMLhXrF2Cn2sdtw84uaT-_pt6oSrtaEOrI49atON0iKQ9Dq4/w400-h300/OW-03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I was fascinated by the two antique chairs in the room and it took a moment to realise they belonged with Whelan's exhibition.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpRELjb8T_-W7OVrtHYOk7rUSPGjVgOSktAchpjx4p9WHbPRfd7L1LqIBBWVjZt1UqYjPyzYuSXOzEVw2gFuWZfFKRoci1xwUMRa81PfnvG6jr78sgCziPISA27pzqaXyY6JUxHpFGFuKE_2AF5rzrliX7Rxu1s1iBkaWh-WvCVLDTAfxCUWWRKm6dYkU/s1500/OW-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRpRELjb8T_-W7OVrtHYOk7rUSPGjVgOSktAchpjx4p9WHbPRfd7L1LqIBBWVjZt1UqYjPyzYuSXOzEVw2gFuWZfFKRoci1xwUMRa81PfnvG6jr78sgCziPISA27pzqaXyY6JUxHpFGFuKE_2AF5rzrliX7Rxu1s1iBkaWh-WvCVLDTAfxCUWWRKm6dYkU/w400-h300/OW-02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">They fitted in so well with the historicity of the Museum. Titling the chairs <i>Bedroom Chair for Patrick</i> and <i>Bedroom Chair for Liam</i> makes sense for their setting in The Pearse Museum. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUapoh8v6Iine4iNoy4Pnm9jV7qcipkdjHCbscmr35D-zaa50oPYQVK-3mNwRxtUjpQ_LWxv-BosCRsBBGCkfCZjDWewZa-OL7HiV7j_hu1piIZJirwcEAOvyEK_S7O19n50_AcqsZK9OtV6WStXcXgoP83xP6tMvX4W9BvX_1qY68OSz7I9ttNAEwrqF6/s1500/OW-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUapoh8v6Iine4iNoy4Pnm9jV7qcipkdjHCbscmr35D-zaa50oPYQVK-3mNwRxtUjpQ_LWxv-BosCRsBBGCkfCZjDWewZa-OL7HiV7j_hu1piIZJirwcEAOvyEK_S7O19n50_AcqsZK9OtV6WStXcXgoP83xP6tMvX4W9BvX_1qY68OSz7I9ttNAEwrqF6/w300-h400/OW-05.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Whelan had meticulously woven a pattern, that corresponded with her small paintings, into the mesh seat of each antique chair frame.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekeMMbOw7vprb-pvjpcH85GeUb9YAYf4MQ8vRNS1GVDMAoJoHysFXz6BhHV1SUD8vvki_Zik_-kMskdJUlpAjdMJF0h14viPKSFOhOtkxoHkiRMYJP4z9gYca7VGAg71xN5eg2KtbLRCM0gCszRyh-7XCGn9Y5h7Yg5vcnXswUrZ33XLjpDmoywhdb-rb/s1500/OW06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekeMMbOw7vprb-pvjpcH85GeUb9YAYf4MQ8vRNS1GVDMAoJoHysFXz6BhHV1SUD8vvki_Zik_-kMskdJUlpAjdMJF0h14viPKSFOhOtkxoHkiRMYJP4z9gYca7VGAg71xN5eg2KtbLRCM0gCszRyh-7XCGn9Y5h7Yg5vcnXswUrZ33XLjpDmoywhdb-rb/w400-h300/OW06.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The fine marquetry of the geometric fireplace guard also took its natural place in the room.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzHiGZdBnbaEiMT4UYzCnTwnpx9jXb6SR95FX9fgkHj5efrHQmTZhbMXLuGWqaQvrkHtvRmnbUHVmea4uo2mOUUE1fy3j3k6O-gg9nQg8_4ntbbNTju3J0fBxkuoJJWV-ALgpocs7w6MnChUf-vbo3n6953kuH3_cnSV1XP443X-mjI2VNsra9p3PFRvr/s1500/OW-07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzHiGZdBnbaEiMT4UYzCnTwnpx9jXb6SR95FX9fgkHj5efrHQmTZhbMXLuGWqaQvrkHtvRmnbUHVmea4uo2mOUUE1fy3j3k6O-gg9nQg8_4ntbbNTju3J0fBxkuoJJWV-ALgpocs7w6MnChUf-vbo3n6953kuH3_cnSV1XP443X-mjI2VNsra9p3PFRvr/w400-h300/OW-07.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The show continues till August 13th.-</div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-27108316322164878422023-07-26T10:37:00.001+01:002023-07-30T20:09:58.054+01:00Pearse Museum at St Enda's Park<p>Early June seems a long time ago now, especially as the promise of summer then has been superseded by the chilly, rainy days of July. When I visited <a href="https://www.pearsemuseum.ie/" target="_blank">The Pearse Museum</a> and St Enda's Park in early June the timing was perfect. The day was glorious!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxyvapohyDHq4knae9j0CX-7u6QG2-xnxriXwR7HAgVlgTOAz5nKYnRubJcY1w_VvP1BhTKftTTL2lqvVguM2veI1AacNb4-_SxPEX34PO8D_d6ps0RLbaD1O1MWx_-tZmKHCj54DK8IVNuPFi_nS8P-ozYRZGoNKx0CC_RPTVmrPTNxr410kjgK2u6DW2/s1500/Pearse-01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxyvapohyDHq4knae9j0CX-7u6QG2-xnxriXwR7HAgVlgTOAz5nKYnRubJcY1w_VvP1BhTKftTTL2lqvVguM2veI1AacNb4-_SxPEX34PO8D_d6ps0RLbaD1O1MWx_-tZmKHCj54DK8IVNuPFi_nS8P-ozYRZGoNKx0CC_RPTVmrPTNxr410kjgK2u6DW2/w400-h300/Pearse-01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>After walking around the park and spending some time in the musem, I walked over to the central fountain again to view the encircling walkway. This path, conceived by sculptor, <a href="http://stephen-burke.com/" target="_blank">Stephen Burke</a>, consist of the words to Patrick Pearse’s poem, <i>The Wayfarer</i>, carved into stones surrounding the fountain.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rb6fnzYUooaLi0NV0Sa4HMnFYGVgvEvZa5pyeNVF8w72-oL_tf7QdAr60_s2miHGR-rYSxjO1kUn_oG4RS8njko1a8PxUXhrhb3Djl8E_A3Cs8YT_yiDi71UHP7seTlnT-uL0cvl21eNpMOIamhV-3ikEOErFcPMX1iuZX698dbckxKKQp6DEnmqtmt8/s1500/Pearse-02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rb6fnzYUooaLi0NV0Sa4HMnFYGVgvEvZa5pyeNVF8w72-oL_tf7QdAr60_s2miHGR-rYSxjO1kUn_oG4RS8njko1a8PxUXhrhb3Djl8E_A3Cs8YT_yiDi71UHP7seTlnT-uL0cvl21eNpMOIamhV-3ikEOErFcPMX1iuZX698dbckxKKQp6DEnmqtmt8/w300-h400/Pearse-02.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>From an upstairs window of the museum I had viewed this sculpture and wanted to take a closer look while I was in the park. I was amazed to find the two pieces that I had thought were ceramic, were in fact entirely carved from wood!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdP6nGy7qX2KDzIaMLAXYmXNuFJs5Q1wgqAyTdTkYnvDGkEtOhiLv0hie6npmV99ftHQtAdfaGX6vYwzXUtoHICMbqP_x4FshYKO2t8G6anQM1wqU9UNz3TG5Aea7rTL7V-0q3E5H4U9vPcQg0r_WqywcipYIb6Llfi_7894_rD1_JsmTaG5xQOzgdgClS/s2000/Pearse-03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdP6nGy7qX2KDzIaMLAXYmXNuFJs5Q1wgqAyTdTkYnvDGkEtOhiLv0hie6npmV99ftHQtAdfaGX6vYwzXUtoHICMbqP_x4FshYKO2t8G6anQM1wqU9UNz3TG5Aea7rTL7V-0q3E5H4U9vPcQg0r_WqywcipYIb6Llfi_7894_rD1_JsmTaG5xQOzgdgClS/w400-h300/Pearse-03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div> <i>Two Brothers</i> ia a sculpture by <a href="https://www.liamoneill.ie/biography.html" target="_blank">Liam O’Neill</a> and is a wonderful reflection of Patrick Pearse and his brother William, who founded the Gaelic League school at St Enda's in the early twentieth century.</div><div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pFtJKC009NiKKxLRX_ov6G4dxZ441TX9uJ-Y6yoxHRKKcPSlNDaJeGUzafi_ReTvPllGdr2BiBVcjBwWYAzbXkRF1T3X7YMCx96nHGiF_blpvuZOUzmeSDR-YkH80xhyI5-9ldJrvecreuVp7Ap8nSkj2swGgACazrK07gDDKvYlEsVywkSY7vm-csBF/s1500/Pearse-04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pFtJKC009NiKKxLRX_ov6G4dxZ441TX9uJ-Y6yoxHRKKcPSlNDaJeGUzafi_ReTvPllGdr2BiBVcjBwWYAzbXkRF1T3X7YMCx96nHGiF_blpvuZOUzmeSDR-YkH80xhyI5-9ldJrvecreuVp7Ap8nSkj2swGgACazrK07gDDKvYlEsVywkSY7vm-csBF/w400-h300/Pearse-04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-10991569214208883342023-07-19T09:12:00.000+01:002023-07-19T09:12:40.589+01:00Martin McCann at Rathfarnham Castle<p>I had really wanted to see <i><b>Wabi Sabi: the Beauty of Insignificance</b></i>, an exhibition of paintings and prints by <a href="https://www.martinmccannart.com/" target="_blank">Martin McCann</a>, but couldn't seem to fit it in to my schedule, so I was so glad that the exhibition was extended and I made it to <a href="https://www.rathfarnhamcastle.ie/" target="_blank">Rathfarnham Castle</a> on the very final day! I love seeing the very different ways that artists respond to the castle and how their work is set up in the gallery spaces of The Dining Room, The Saloon and The Pistol Loop Room. I discuss my own exhibition there last year in numerous posts, just search this blog for <b><i>Memory Is My Homeland</i></b> for virtual tours and the work as it progressed.</p><p>I think the work is fabulous but recognise that my pictures don’t do justice to the layering and textures. The largest paintings were in The Dining Room. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEywYAW0oAklFv-hxYO8rEvr-K8V5LtV1whrZzubMKHXxn6rzkEYKxEcfqcHoIs92OcCYFmTaqfr22QH64OIX5k3raX07OknGXfGrZ9As9-G5sirKPVVadwJxEnCiBQUa1e--QV03grBhJqYp0XvohsxzKji5lSmGYIpbzhmYdGt_5WJ02Hx9DX1GYtlmV/s2000/MM01-DRView1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1522" data-original-width="2000" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEywYAW0oAklFv-hxYO8rEvr-K8V5LtV1whrZzubMKHXxn6rzkEYKxEcfqcHoIs92OcCYFmTaqfr22QH64OIX5k3raX07OknGXfGrZ9As9-G5sirKPVVadwJxEnCiBQUa1e--QV03grBhJqYp0XvohsxzKji5lSmGYIpbzhmYdGt_5WJ02Hx9DX1GYtlmV/w400-h305/MM01-DRView1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div> It was lovely to meet Martin at the Castle too, as he was on hand to talk about the work and answer questions. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBShcsXhSTAwlXGy7pyOJ8v7NdWkDs2AjPE1hwzUsditx48F9v0Sc5a3gGN7oDLUFE0Grip_9E183vB6J5qyObtksVY7AsjNec1OPCxr1yRtuljrcmBWNrIjH6x1PEQAhfYKGbgK-CDYIR_GO-HJHCXqfvTiqzCGi8xcK3JbBDExyhsswyfcVn_T57IefL/s2000/MM02-DR-view2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1435" data-original-width="2000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBShcsXhSTAwlXGy7pyOJ8v7NdWkDs2AjPE1hwzUsditx48F9v0Sc5a3gGN7oDLUFE0Grip_9E183vB6J5qyObtksVY7AsjNec1OPCxr1yRtuljrcmBWNrIjH6x1PEQAhfYKGbgK-CDYIR_GO-HJHCXqfvTiqzCGi8xcK3JbBDExyhsswyfcVn_T57IefL/w400-h288/MM02-DR-view2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><i>Infirmary Road</i>, mixed media on cradled wood panel, 100 cm square</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKhYd8_xHlsofeUxKDkjotbe-zkuCGv3_UkyxC50AlJL0Yy7qsfU8NhMoVvFriRZtmnr9jFJi4lcRwK8Azi-Rhm80DsP5If8FsMGuyv4CMlsIlMxBCWeKhhxztrL_DeToUi80KUrKU2clAPvP3-NY7xKYDP3jmwUU0tO28xiNqWb7MrfzPQ8MsWD76eiNQ/s2000/MM05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1665" data-original-width="2000" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKhYd8_xHlsofeUxKDkjotbe-zkuCGv3_UkyxC50AlJL0Yy7qsfU8NhMoVvFriRZtmnr9jFJi4lcRwK8Azi-Rhm80DsP5If8FsMGuyv4CMlsIlMxBCWeKhhxztrL_DeToUi80KUrKU2clAPvP3-NY7xKYDP3jmwUU0tO28xiNqWb7MrfzPQ8MsWD76eiNQ/w400-h333/MM05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Martin set up all his midsize/smaller works in The Saloon, which allowed for more intimate looking.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aPN2URYDpnAPpeNoDDinJRCkFwzscXyVzv5_Oj-Hn37htcqDfXom9TxVa_8BXhfu8a1YfRut5P7JOmPaLs82-1GPGm9o9lHD3mVMwGpUHfQrvogHiwlKaei8igFWdj2FklSDbnPTEloOpp9FVPDlj-44nYln_lxv216Ran58ub_kCVX12TRvRd1DI8AW/s2000/MM03-Sview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1475" data-original-width="2000" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8aPN2URYDpnAPpeNoDDinJRCkFwzscXyVzv5_Oj-Hn37htcqDfXom9TxVa_8BXhfu8a1YfRut5P7JOmPaLs82-1GPGm9o9lHD3mVMwGpUHfQrvogHiwlKaei8igFWdj2FklSDbnPTEloOpp9FVPDlj-44nYln_lxv216Ran58ub_kCVX12TRvRd1DI8AW/w400-h295/MM03-Sview.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>A Not So Distant Shore</i>, mixed media on cradled wood panel, 40 cm square </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBp4zV7MbvAf9_Bkre9IvvjIzpxaYLFaiB8du82LV_Z_w_XOJHgPVbBIRaytXv8aPeoIPCxfSVLip5XIWr1RnpM9nsVQhETvDWjGEOEyHsl5Lhijy_XPK95B-_AsA8kDaufmF_ZGIr_YSEFfjcpMjETejR2nZZH0UZBV72jMUfzRya54tW9tDhC-f8usMh/s2000/MM06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1544" data-original-width="2000" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBp4zV7MbvAf9_Bkre9IvvjIzpxaYLFaiB8du82LV_Z_w_XOJHgPVbBIRaytXv8aPeoIPCxfSVLip5XIWr1RnpM9nsVQhETvDWjGEOEyHsl5Lhijy_XPK95B-_AsA8kDaufmF_ZGIr_YSEFfjcpMjETejR2nZZH0UZBV72jMUfzRya54tW9tDhC-f8usMh/w400-h309/MM06.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div><i>Aerial #4</i>, mixed media on cradled wood panel, 28 cm square</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOug5o7cRVHt1HHBTcC5fFeZYmxp8LAmP4OPb6SJ-sD1JAb-jbPPd-1cyMJo0c5VivCuSAns39s7WBJNCVZJ768rw9pswm9J61sQp5W4p5ug8CYcRUtzEPvkCRC-fXIILM_sYRrQDcdmd2ocB9g19fp7Ks65yXnXG3NE7LG3BgrE0h2wLNIgPSh3KQcq44/s2000/MM07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1575" data-original-width="2000" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOug5o7cRVHt1HHBTcC5fFeZYmxp8LAmP4OPb6SJ-sD1JAb-jbPPd-1cyMJo0c5VivCuSAns39s7WBJNCVZJ768rw9pswm9J61sQp5W4p5ug8CYcRUtzEPvkCRC-fXIILM_sYRrQDcdmd2ocB9g19fp7Ks65yXnXG3NE7LG3BgrE0h2wLNIgPSh3KQcq44/w400-h315/MM07.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I had done for my exhibition, Martin used the much smaller Pistol Loop Room to display all his prints. Gelli monoprint collages were the ideal medium to complement the layering and textures in McCann's paintings.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0EnK8k-lu7oXLo0QQt4VjNw-Nbwl-0EBbJaipOce9CtrnUos9Fg4n0NeUnRuXatT7QdyqG2gY2BqNlu3bVzNWEkqCRXbtAeWeOHIm-yojxjSGWlCLN-tcJRq6b7-vHSeVnadZXzpX2w4CzKuaJ7Znz7tpKyT-neaSX7q8A09inUhtdBjNTDJn_yPxEgxO/s2000/MM04-PLview2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1454" data-original-width="2000" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0EnK8k-lu7oXLo0QQt4VjNw-Nbwl-0EBbJaipOce9CtrnUos9Fg4n0NeUnRuXatT7QdyqG2gY2BqNlu3bVzNWEkqCRXbtAeWeOHIm-yojxjSGWlCLN-tcJRq6b7-vHSeVnadZXzpX2w4CzKuaJ7Znz7tpKyT-neaSX7q8A09inUhtdBjNTDJn_yPxEgxO/w400-h291/MM04-PLview2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-87635602103613403002023-07-12T09:00:00.002+01:002023-07-12T09:00:41.994+01:00Moon jars at Rathfarnham Castle<p>While I was at <a href="https://www.rathfarnhamcastle.ie/" target="_blank">Rathfarnham Castle</a> a couple of weekends ago I decided to have another look at the basement gallery that has been exhibiting work from the International Academy of Ceramics pieces in the State collection. Entering the first room of this gallery, I was delighted to see a collection of moon jars by Geoffrey Healy. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5KgYHRddoeKwP9ESm701VFa5t0edZ4QLP1ifrfBzk79jtLvJa7UFqLzu8ynjymy8Q6fNczoqF3jHyEQq6eWTcF0oo0Xu0PmV5-xnhN7rmIqTgOe1jzt3SWCJ8skqtAIVmi6ji570JkvtVbm9PkEH0IQyiUrGzlVcOKdCnikrqblc163qVxRFrAGzsqMZV/s2000/01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1239" data-original-width="2000" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5KgYHRddoeKwP9ESm701VFa5t0edZ4QLP1ifrfBzk79jtLvJa7UFqLzu8ynjymy8Q6fNczoqF3jHyEQq6eWTcF0oo0Xu0PmV5-xnhN7rmIqTgOe1jzt3SWCJ8skqtAIVmi6ji570JkvtVbm9PkEH0IQyiUrGzlVcOKdCnikrqblc163qVxRFrAGzsqMZV/w400-h248/01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The jars are large and with a beautiful form.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhK1LCuzIvPjT_dMEM0LDxN6phbyKXeKl03OxU5_1scXSw5YVv4Ifi2ea9GxPOGMkS4xkqqL_zIcew-oyHUAwe6URMS1WuYhHglkGL8Dj5nwz5lL9g30Lm5qsEYZFQBeb78iHUGFftEAgYvz-DRRmcB0K5HZX1JQz4CS8mJFeLkxQFPKHtb4ElCstMd-i/s2000/02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1485" data-original-width="2000" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhK1LCuzIvPjT_dMEM0LDxN6phbyKXeKl03OxU5_1scXSw5YVv4Ifi2ea9GxPOGMkS4xkqqL_zIcew-oyHUAwe6URMS1WuYhHglkGL8Dj5nwz5lL9g30Lm5qsEYZFQBeb78iHUGFftEAgYvz-DRRmcB0K5HZX1JQz4CS8mJFeLkxQFPKHtb4ElCstMd-i/w400-h297/02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Geoffrey Healy is a ceramic artist based in County Wicklow. I have seen a lot of his work over the years and recently heard wonderful things about his abilities from other potters who are doing some technical training with him.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hFV1KVJ-zAgnAGl18RqvfW-ksIuQ9FmPvBVX4xBh3HFOFPPZZKQbcEpDDKT-pXjKTqauL3z4S2qNK1_aBmqrUrcepqzPxAXUXvbvzO1xXG0aN7ZGjden0e9-0YyWCF7Dn5dq1MARHXpB-XbTBLFa10owhs2FlEmqcV1287t0rThb5ABY3vAR2ThFlusP/s2000/03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1463" data-original-width="2000" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hFV1KVJ-zAgnAGl18RqvfW-ksIuQ9FmPvBVX4xBh3HFOFPPZZKQbcEpDDKT-pXjKTqauL3z4S2qNK1_aBmqrUrcepqzPxAXUXvbvzO1xXG0aN7ZGjden0e9-0YyWCF7Dn5dq1MARHXpB-XbTBLFa10owhs2FlEmqcV1287t0rThb5ABY3vAR2ThFlusP/w400-h293/03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The next gallery contained work that I had previously seen - and blogged about <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2022/07/ceramics-at-rathfarnham-castle.html" target="_blank">here</a> - but it I enjoyed having another gander.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDYqZmEww3c33StUXOuXPYEQUALlkj_9tVSxVFfGrgJ-fOFUonWz_oKtwxSFb2lr1mS1uVtNdJpl7V-lDgTS_NFoqWjYrWd-2sbhLSFZCLyJRCtR4sadg3ZoW_7De7Xfw3Co9av4Ffwc3-lEy0PcCwcOTdYmb8BxHJCr1cynjXqaEAQIj5eqExZZN51BC/s2000/04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDYqZmEww3c33StUXOuXPYEQUALlkj_9tVSxVFfGrgJ-fOFUonWz_oKtwxSFb2lr1mS1uVtNdJpl7V-lDgTS_NFoqWjYrWd-2sbhLSFZCLyJRCtR4sadg3ZoW_7De7Xfw3Co9av4Ffwc3-lEy0PcCwcOTdYmb8BxHJCr1cynjXqaEAQIj5eqExZZN51BC/w400-h300/04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Mark St John Ellis of nagOffsite has recently redesigned/recurated the work and I noticed some new pieces that hadn't been included before, keeping the exhibition fresh for repeat visitors like me. I particularly like the way these pieces are embedded in the architecture of the former basement kitchen.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLJk5yLRL2PpQRq52_fiSyTYfEtSt5fhypFy3-2gnH0tWTUbtkuy1KBh_2qPKRYTNYPxsCoqnwsWBQxRyo4KhGZ6nfr1HyV7De2ZRkaA8SRgsPk-4CA7tuNbk5QxKeunYruXoCHM0YarAlJP53EjcAGtjTvy5ee0RpWrx1eRhJLmQDC_utTRlPKEJ62Df/s2000/05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLJk5yLRL2PpQRq52_fiSyTYfEtSt5fhypFy3-2gnH0tWTUbtkuy1KBh_2qPKRYTNYPxsCoqnwsWBQxRyo4KhGZ6nfr1HyV7De2ZRkaA8SRgsPk-4CA7tuNbk5QxKeunYruXoCHM0YarAlJP53EjcAGtjTvy5ee0RpWrx1eRhJLmQDC_utTRlPKEJ62Df/w400-h300/05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I am sure this porcelain piece, which resembles a carved rock, was a new addition to the exhibition as I have no memory of seeing it before!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_R-NZBH-_I9Wh_2axiJA-3ZYJCxR-bOBqxyyzPAR4WIoVEFpZTHLvghj94fiA7_rHY4zUtofHiC1R2F_CzMdKrubyqvpmWmYyDDUR_nxvC0-sutRuR_5kMifAO0GWRyZwMnEeWSg9dr6Z2n14Uq7jxliNSo4eENaEmVdCSgq7hWOUh4ipKoKR9vwU2U9K/s2000/06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1561" data-original-width="2000" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_R-NZBH-_I9Wh_2axiJA-3ZYJCxR-bOBqxyyzPAR4WIoVEFpZTHLvghj94fiA7_rHY4zUtofHiC1R2F_CzMdKrubyqvpmWmYyDDUR_nxvC0-sutRuR_5kMifAO0GWRyZwMnEeWSg9dr6Z2n14Uq7jxliNSo4eENaEmVdCSgq7hWOUh4ipKoKR9vwU2U9K/w400-h313/06.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-63386481030323345342023-07-05T09:23:00.000+01:002023-07-05T09:23:12.224+01:00Eamon Colman at Butler Gallery<p><i>The Place of the Hooded Crow, Dreams of Coal </i>provided a wonderful backdrop for a brilliant artist talk/discussion between artist <a href="https://www.eamoncolman.com/" target="_blank">Eamon Colman</a> and the director of Butler Gallery, Anna O'Sullivan. The event took place in the midst of Eamon's latest exhibition, <i>Twenty Eight Acres</i>, at <a href="https://www.butlergallery.ie/" target="_blank">Butler Gallery</a> till the end of the month (July 2023).</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5BEmETWhEUpSGk-zvWvrHQyyxN8p42ur7jHtqvlGFy1dwoV4NHayt0kRo8U_jaiiVB2CRN5KJxccNdla7BXF5p9yMRLjnu1Vw8XfxO7jRhyoyRnm-ktJp_CRlHr_1w3VvEE6Vr70j4vcgP2ViuEzMsAGzd5PoKowsvp0fIGbKw5coXmQWySunnsTuE3r/s2000/EC-01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1243" data-original-width="2000" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5BEmETWhEUpSGk-zvWvrHQyyxN8p42ur7jHtqvlGFy1dwoV4NHayt0kRo8U_jaiiVB2CRN5KJxccNdla7BXF5p9yMRLjnu1Vw8XfxO7jRhyoyRnm-ktJp_CRlHr_1w3VvEE6Vr70j4vcgP2ViuEzMsAGzd5PoKowsvp0fIGbKw5coXmQWySunnsTuE3r/w400-h249/EC-01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Since I wanted to see the show and couldn't get to Eamon's launch a couple of weeks ago, the talk was the perfect excuse to make the road trip to Kilkenny a reality. The conversation was great – frank discussions of the autobiography of abstract art, the gestures of mark making, colour, the importance of feeling, seeing vs looking, and everything else that interests artists and non-artists alike! Afterwards I was able to look around the gallery at the work.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Echo from Time</i> was the largest piece in the exhibition at approximately 3m x 3m ; this piece was begun in 2017 and completed in 2023. While I have been familiar with Eamon's work for over 30 years, it is always a joy to see he and his work can still surprise me. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CjZYwLrDUKzvDKYG25TDm0jUFbpU6Xn3uHaC4c0IdWxLjqoaVVE_bQjO-DLkY5id-SZQNOj37K8zyt69G1QRTIT8BR0HsNqaZ6DnujE5KXEDJtGRE4TiZRDM9wpWqHJxm-wOEAhdEtusPn-N2ZQxl6qWtvR8BKLJH1Quid2AkI9jw_zv4Dvc7sTvjwhG/s1500/EC-02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1315" data-original-width="1500" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CjZYwLrDUKzvDKYG25TDm0jUFbpU6Xn3uHaC4c0IdWxLjqoaVVE_bQjO-DLkY5id-SZQNOj37K8zyt69G1QRTIT8BR0HsNqaZ6DnujE5KXEDJtGRE4TiZRDM9wpWqHJxm-wOEAhdEtusPn-N2ZQxl6qWtvR8BKLJH1Quid2AkI9jw_zv4Dvc7sTvjwhG/w400-h351/EC-02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>There were several diptychs and Eamon revealed how they evolved. Certainly both the fragility and the resilience of the handmade paper mirrors that of the human body. On close inspection the viewer can see how each half of the diptych yearns to get closer to the other half; there is both a gentleness and a strength in the materials. Colman's vibrant marks and gorgeous colour are simply teeming with life; energy abounds!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>The Wind Had a Skin on It</i>, mixed media on paper, diptych, framed size 101 x 251 x 5.5 cm. 2019-2023<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0F1T-D9-_R2qSVhUMbSHC19ZJbLof5E_BE2vrRhsXNZgneOwAfdNK_Mjf3gheyKUrwM_hvgsxov_6Dco_WKkVXX4-axiBbtznMRGYjML4XBiwO22GVKY6scvvjW7ZgZK64Q0LO5NCYHdH-9oG6hHaT7tsVYwdBnGqdboTWConZ3CSejrSGs2FX-JaLCL/s2000/EC-03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1018" data-original-width="2000" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij0F1T-D9-_R2qSVhUMbSHC19ZJbLof5E_BE2vrRhsXNZgneOwAfdNK_Mjf3gheyKUrwM_hvgsxov_6Dco_WKkVXX4-axiBbtznMRGYjML4XBiwO22GVKY6scvvjW7ZgZK64Q0LO5NCYHdH-9oG6hHaT7tsVYwdBnGqdboTWConZ3CSejrSGs2FX-JaLCL/w400-h204/EC-03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>For this exhibition, filmmaker Kevin Hughes followed Eamon working in his studio and on his walks of the 28 acres (an old mining site that has been wildly rejunevated by nature). The film <i>A man - A place</i> was showing in The Digital Gallery upstairs, so I saw part before and part after the talk. Even though I have known Eamon since 1988 the film offered insights into his process that were never articulated to me before.</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Apple Howling</i>, mixed media on paper, framed size 76 x 96 x 5.5 cm, 2020-2023</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDVRGnFkJfrUsg16oiU31f4W97-BfTreo7Z1tVy-zhTt03Pb4hwIh9AwDbOFmkl_PER-v2fL36iL43m76ub-x5Gh962Jp5Bzq1KV3v7wb3CHxxxaRRoGVpBdgD2NMKLYo3Zb7PDulKs5u4L5j0yRbkk20KqS_cRl7IF8m-yY5IvEEoy_jvNIlmmjzoEbG/s2000/EC-04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1619" data-original-width="2000" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDVRGnFkJfrUsg16oiU31f4W97-BfTreo7Z1tVy-zhTt03Pb4hwIh9AwDbOFmkl_PER-v2fL36iL43m76ub-x5Gh962Jp5Bzq1KV3v7wb3CHxxxaRRoGVpBdgD2NMKLYo3Zb7PDulKs5u4L5j0yRbkk20KqS_cRl7IF8m-yY5IvEEoy_jvNIlmmjzoEbG/w400-h324/EC-04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At one point during the artist talk, Eamon spoke about how titling a work offered the viewer a path into the abstract work and yet each work was also open to the viewer's own interpretive response. I agree wholeheartedly with the use of a title and how it can also be an integral part of the visual work's storytelling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>The Miners Nest Sits Precariously Above the Imagination</i>, mixed media on paper, framed size 76 x 96 x 5.5 cm.2019-2023</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUHWtSpsdZzHWcTfhC44-P7R4IpsUKYIE6MPyVhCCmpCNB7eE54nP9DcC1i6oDkdVETlsgr9YF-_0oNugGQ0dwg0czrc4oKiLCbLVN38jJ3lar6crN3GAbAiDZ0kW5XyZ9VNIIC4_0QElIZPMaQ7q9zsT87rLXcuThXT_ehUk_1_AAwq0BuDccPzHUUJDV/s2000/EC-05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1573" data-original-width="2000" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUHWtSpsdZzHWcTfhC44-P7R4IpsUKYIE6MPyVhCCmpCNB7eE54nP9DcC1i6oDkdVETlsgr9YF-_0oNugGQ0dwg0czrc4oKiLCbLVN38jJ3lar6crN3GAbAiDZ0kW5XyZ9VNIIC4_0QElIZPMaQ7q9zsT87rLXcuThXT_ehUk_1_AAwq0BuDccPzHUUJDV/w400-h315/EC-05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-58711759295160914052023-06-28T09:04:00.000+01:002023-06-28T09:04:03.483+01:00Pow Wow in Winnipeg!<p>Definitely one of the highlights of my short trip to Winnipeg was having the honour of attending the fantastic opening ceremony for Manito Ahbee 2023 – an annual Indigenous cultural extravaganza that is province-wide. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAm09VCMHzLFMqLJvbf9tpkK5NYEhrHUpA55bo5R1ydFMZlJt7CVEfi_izdUvDpLcEA_4hCZhcBCvCqZtRpcxSa9FcepwwVml4_-sXh7B8Mx5f8vNgnr7KAkLAO-vvMt888gxZylH2RvZSRkIvQ6Ay62F-BXrctenRJEzDs2ga3IDz7ykW2tTIUuZkRDU/s561/PowWow-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="561" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAm09VCMHzLFMqLJvbf9tpkK5NYEhrHUpA55bo5R1ydFMZlJt7CVEfi_izdUvDpLcEA_4hCZhcBCvCqZtRpcxSa9FcepwwVml4_-sXh7B8Mx5f8vNgnr7KAkLAO-vvMt888gxZylH2RvZSRkIvQ6Ay62F-BXrctenRJEzDs2ga3IDz7ykW2tTIUuZkRDU/w400-h321/PowWow-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The regalia, dancing, drumming and singing was amazing. Unfortunately I have not mastered the video function on my phone and didn’t take any still photos, so these are low quality screen grabs. Luckily the Manito Ahbee Festival has it's own website with plenty of videos, pictures and information<a href="https://www.manitoahbee.com/" target="_blank"> here</a>.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIRRJaOH2yl0tIKyJuaY3X-Lff5IGBCtUHTLR47UP2BO7jv1DG1jLC12i2Qc5nDcErGjhkynJzFVvWyXz818hHBDpMlExuxC75VIhrZtrHPQgDLDFLor9iEN55YH7Xcqkpla1qpr60j1Dw1k7HkrO7il8FN2FDDe7onxID39Wf_UIsrZSBW9qfeCOCdEy/s1374/PowWow-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="789" data-original-width="1374" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIRRJaOH2yl0tIKyJuaY3X-Lff5IGBCtUHTLR47UP2BO7jv1DG1jLC12i2Qc5nDcErGjhkynJzFVvWyXz818hHBDpMlExuxC75VIhrZtrHPQgDLDFLor9iEN55YH7Xcqkpla1qpr60j1Dw1k7HkrO7il8FN2FDDe7onxID39Wf_UIsrZSBW9qfeCOCdEy/w400-h230/PowWow-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">My previous blog posts about my time in Winnipeg, including Indigenous Feminism, public art, The Forks and Winnipeg Art Gallery-Qaumajuq can be accessed <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/05/inuit-sanauganit-art-across-time.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/06/indigenous-feminism.html" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-forks-winnipeg.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/06/winnipeg-art-gallery.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</p>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-53535270298697500102023-06-21T09:12:00.000+01:002023-06-21T09:12:30.732+01:00Winnipeg Art Gallery<p>Though it seems ages ago that I was in Winnipeg, it was just over a month and I am still thinking of that wonderful visit! As well as <i>Inuit Sanaugangit: Art Across Time</i>, which I posted about <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/05/inuit-sanauganit-art-across-time.html" target="_blank">here</a>, I also saw other exhibitions at <a href="https://www.wag.ca/" target="_blank">The Winnipeg Art Gallery-Qaumajuq</a>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxN84rx2jtxSFLN3ilXxnDacz5jeMCYwJ0fXtH036B2jBA8gSWAhDLOX-_Ttvo0MG1xXQJPS8IK4blpa_tAwKGeVKV7tw6_E8sp-WPc-3ybEYJYa8O07VZEOfOvOL24dQqokxh_6Gug42_kPbQgsqYbL4n-0ZsJYjA0RYsYcMsQeFk0edR_KN7dTQzS2XF/s2000/WAG-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxN84rx2jtxSFLN3ilXxnDacz5jeMCYwJ0fXtH036B2jBA8gSWAhDLOX-_Ttvo0MG1xXQJPS8IK4blpa_tAwKGeVKV7tw6_E8sp-WPc-3ybEYJYa8O07VZEOfOvOL24dQqokxh_6Gug42_kPbQgsqYbL4n-0ZsJYjA0RYsYcMsQeFk0edR_KN7dTQzS2XF/w400-h300/WAG-01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">There was an exhibition of the 2023 Kenojuak Ashevak Memorial Award Shortlist Artists. All the shortlisted artists were female and all were Indigenous. I particularly liked the work of Ningiukulu Teevee, though since they were behind glass it was very difficult to photograph them.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Aubfs6yXnU8gkUo3MEHF_AbMB92R2PiOm6t8bbfdOoraEMN82xD8VZDzKwNwHcSTtsZi23ySwBIuSt-yfRazwdnh6IecQDM_zntcYdy5EsMIFq6lnANXhyH0XwqQO0Rb2mvex7HY2N8RlobamDVFQjHBDlshf4aculQebq_3yExGEl-oWT6ctC6dO5v_/s2000/WAG2-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1704" data-original-width="2000" height="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Aubfs6yXnU8gkUo3MEHF_AbMB92R2PiOm6t8bbfdOoraEMN82xD8VZDzKwNwHcSTtsZi23ySwBIuSt-yfRazwdnh6IecQDM_zntcYdy5EsMIFq6lnANXhyH0XwqQO0Rb2mvex7HY2N8RlobamDVFQjHBDlshf4aculQebq_3yExGEl-oWT6ctC6dO5v_/w400-h341/WAG2-01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This is a detail of one, which gives a better idea of the texture in the drawing.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhSWDPGHzoLw-JcoIEYGSl2px0u1N88IZkohARnr3REwVZzcr52QRfJsrpfQ2pzab9A8k3o86xKJnLeVgu8spaiIhbqfkNbd70PYoAfmFcc6JWghGhUYRNJo9MFc61lDrd186725JOJ5shVc29bxP0qjyg3fTwjxi0w-IWla5phtQkQ_2ZCurNOSWzM_m/s2000/WAG2-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhSWDPGHzoLw-JcoIEYGSl2px0u1N88IZkohARnr3REwVZzcr52QRfJsrpfQ2pzab9A8k3o86xKJnLeVgu8spaiIhbqfkNbd70PYoAfmFcc6JWghGhUYRNJo9MFc61lDrd186725JOJ5shVc29bxP0qjyg3fTwjxi0w-IWla5phtQkQ_2ZCurNOSWzM_m/w400-h300/WAG2-02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>In a lobby area on the second floor, several large works by Ivan Eyre were displayed on the walls flanking the stairwell. Although Eyre was born and grew up in Saskatchewan, he moved to Winnipeg in the early 1950s and taught painting and drawing at the University of Manitoba for 33 years until he retired in 1992. Eyre died in 2022,</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4igUDVQf3pmavIh5eFITwTnP80FX3mgh_ksHUaNy__2oTFKnj8U4qsER4AgyZ2fmUY1AhIBJbtoAkJIVG9oYX9bEGVHQjsebYYDK97S01RPEwKKTJDsY5_1VB2ilMZOV991d2L20nAkV9ARmIz0fgsCVvrESRu_8tV1pd8Ca5TlJIrkT5UzlfjNzkGX5e/s2000/WAG2-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1027" data-original-width="2000" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4igUDVQf3pmavIh5eFITwTnP80FX3mgh_ksHUaNy__2oTFKnj8U4qsER4AgyZ2fmUY1AhIBJbtoAkJIVG9oYX9bEGVHQjsebYYDK97S01RPEwKKTJDsY5_1VB2ilMZOV991d2L20nAkV9ARmIz0fgsCVvrESRu_8tV1pd8Ca5TlJIrkT5UzlfjNzkGX5e/w400-h205/WAG2-03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This is a detail of the previous large panoramic landscape.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqRfuuREn5V0tUoc4eIPbWMuJb1j3z-2xDj-I7x7EgzyiFaYdBagpozFgiyxAOUFvTZYnzHLFEJL4uR8oWoUFTKB1mkXTOAcpvWU7TNH015YHz-bJKmiSiiFeT2-aiGSDKRQUYLyBnZZnwsh5NlL3lQKUCgL-up5NxWFQQtkeWCtNCC7p_gZISJOdwZIb/s2000/WAG2-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFqRfuuREn5V0tUoc4eIPbWMuJb1j3z-2xDj-I7x7EgzyiFaYdBagpozFgiyxAOUFvTZYnzHLFEJL4uR8oWoUFTKB1mkXTOAcpvWU7TNH015YHz-bJKmiSiiFeT2-aiGSDKRQUYLyBnZZnwsh5NlL3lQKUCgL-up5NxWFQQtkeWCtNCC7p_gZISJOdwZIb/w400-h300/WAG2-04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>In another gallery room were several installations by Faye Heavyshield. It is difficult to get a sense of her work in a small photograph but each of the floating pieces are human-size. Another wall installation, my favourite actually, was unphotographable in that each part of the whole needed to be examined and an overall picture would not give any sense of the work at all!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB25UU8V1Go-CNLTDS5s-LPE07vhgTEsGWOkZOJHA-Fm4deCYd8MVuKd9bn7moM4Tk0K71MrkJIeJ3EyExzga42gzhiaTe8AXgwqI_vkYC3oFoLB8wgVuHfmMxBI2OPET1hOAYXqQB2olqxKv2kLLyX2E87psZM4OKJjswB1SDryiTuU5jyyQrlgLtqenp/s2000/WAG2-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB25UU8V1Go-CNLTDS5s-LPE07vhgTEsGWOkZOJHA-Fm4deCYd8MVuKd9bn7moM4Tk0K71MrkJIeJ3EyExzga42gzhiaTe8AXgwqI_vkYC3oFoLB8wgVuHfmMxBI2OPET1hOAYXqQB2olqxKv2kLLyX2E87psZM4OKJjswB1SDryiTuU5jyyQrlgLtqenp/w400-h300/WAG2-05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Other posts I made about my time in Winnipeg can be found <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/06/indigenous-feminism.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/06/the-forks-winnipeg.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-69667485328181213722023-06-14T11:29:00.000+01:002023-06-14T11:29:35.386+01:00The Forks, Winnipeg<p>Walking around The Forks area in Winnipeg (oh so many weeks ago now!) in search of Indigenous feminist public sculptures (which I posted about <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/06/indigenous-feminism.html" target="_blank">here</a>), I had to cross the pedestrian bridge over the Assiniboine River. Looking up I noticed a brightly painted bicycle; I figured it was a piece of public sculpture, but could find no information or artist credit anywhere. I wondered about the large area behind it too, but when I continued walking ...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis04TDKE0cvjTTwNtgEDh4HyaKgdtcaQ_UXio9CPO-FxZvGBnU92y0nQtwF6aA_gGNFj57o4-1CuNB-A02M6bBdUid1UFTYYDZeE9OsKs8YYvLvASxR2KA4uSZ7uG5sV5bmkIA9pYSqhul82aCHi-_1x18RyRxr8fMwICTQWK4EVofAEm9B065Rb3Q-g/s1500/ForksBridge-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis04TDKE0cvjTTwNtgEDh4HyaKgdtcaQ_UXio9CPO-FxZvGBnU92y0nQtwF6aA_gGNFj57o4-1CuNB-A02M6bBdUid1UFTYYDZeE9OsKs8YYvLvASxR2KA4uSZ7uG5sV5bmkIA9pYSqhul82aCHi-_1x18RyRxr8fMwICTQWK4EVofAEm9B065Rb3Q-g/w400-h300/ForksBridge-01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>the mural, by Mike Valcourt was revealed.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqR2an6QMoBR-5cf4slIz5pLFuvk5SbgmgbeDBsXVMhboY8AbVSUEM7OUTT9KQE8b8rZqZJomXwYlMuQqvZ0HSdcsDARXNp20ppFdAWX0OzGujHK6bs_hDG9iQtN8dMeW6LTs0rZHJOAvR4XRx6hYsLYJAeSoroM4UlPnB_wN4VS-v-7x1Qr0W64P4UA/s1500/ForksBridge-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1112" data-original-width="1500" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqR2an6QMoBR-5cf4slIz5pLFuvk5SbgmgbeDBsXVMhboY8AbVSUEM7OUTT9KQE8b8rZqZJomXwYlMuQqvZ0HSdcsDARXNp20ppFdAWX0OzGujHK6bs_hDG9iQtN8dMeW6LTs0rZHJOAvR4XRx6hYsLYJAeSoroM4UlPnB_wN4VS-v-7x1Qr0W64P4UA/w400-h296/ForksBridge-02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The heritage marker for the Red River was a fascinating sculpture that required close inspection .I should have taken some more detailed pictures at the time, because I could find no information, artist credit or pictures when I googled it later (I thought I would). </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivr7WbbWQTSfWkiO_iUdXr9b1Ow3ySQcH8bS8IFiCUqMFdgsj0SvMSUsIjoRbPggycSUEpoV3-xBz2WQrcCR9VJ_CP1hzCRTrUUkzvur4LqIM0xEQNie9csRTUBED4hMaEJ302Rkr7DDSWm9atYM9z04NPe7WAo1h_TbUj4O3un6tFgjxXIgSmwxCG9Q/s1500/ForksBridge-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivr7WbbWQTSfWkiO_iUdXr9b1Ow3ySQcH8bS8IFiCUqMFdgsj0SvMSUsIjoRbPggycSUEpoV3-xBz2WQrcCR9VJ_CP1hzCRTrUUkzvur4LqIM0xEQNie9csRTUBED4hMaEJ302Rkr7DDSWm9atYM9z04NPe7WAo1h_TbUj4O3un6tFgjxXIgSmwxCG9Q/w300-h400/ForksBridge-03.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The pedestrian bridge was a perfect spot to view the smaller Assiniboine River meeting up with the larger Red River. Across the water is St Boniface, a predominantly French-speaking area of Winnipeg, where Canadian author Gabrielle Roy grew up.</div><div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8zvy2SXkBZrais6N_ZmQFFYSLIQHhd7AzxddN7mYGZkpclKTSoaTbOoJyQb2iZs1MBlEv0Y9x7bivvpAOSuGo90G8p7t7tqKaTnt3zGe345bgbY1WAKEvlYTZFtiC_nqu37fFiqM2M3FHJg_xdHMSvumb7KchoEaQsiIYEcoEOilkv3aPuUk-3yMsg/s2000/ForksBridge-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio8zvy2SXkBZrais6N_ZmQFFYSLIQHhd7AzxddN7mYGZkpclKTSoaTbOoJyQb2iZs1MBlEv0Y9x7bivvpAOSuGo90G8p7t7tqKaTnt3zGe345bgbY1WAKEvlYTZFtiC_nqu37fFiqM2M3FHJg_xdHMSvumb7KchoEaQsiIYEcoEOilkv3aPuUk-3yMsg/w400-h300/ForksBridge-04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-81637659996665690532023-06-07T08:39:00.001+01:002023-06-07T08:39:57.776+01:00Indigenous Feminism<p> The day after I arrived in Winnipeg, I attended a fabulous workshop/lecture <i>Indigenous Feminisms through Visual Art</i> at MAWA (Mentoring Artists for Women’s Art). Dr Suzanne McLeod led the group through an inspirational history of Indigenous feminism discussing both past and current work by Indigenous women artists. One of the contemporary artists discussed, KC Adams, who had a public sculpture at The Forks in Winnipeg and I took the opportunity to see it in person. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xPQLqhUS5S0DgAWp0ozwfIk09NRoFKYNZtW3embPNy2aWc9mJzy7xXYyQkh_ZjO2qT3c3zVqUTEVazbapO3vQUPNpRYkMUMpqXIixpirNiqqsxJpu6zwwKYLBrwfQXltMZWVMjoh9kZC9dqpTGJf-Q5IUNFJMqbs17RbjT_oEcqL8dmDHbcJBBd-Ng/s1500/KCAdams-04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xPQLqhUS5S0DgAWp0ozwfIk09NRoFKYNZtW3embPNy2aWc9mJzy7xXYyQkh_ZjO2qT3c3zVqUTEVazbapO3vQUPNpRYkMUMpqXIixpirNiqqsxJpu6zwwKYLBrwfQXltMZWVMjoh9kZC9dqpTGJf-Q5IUNFJMqbs17RbjT_oEcqL8dmDHbcJBBd-Ng/w300-h400/KCAdams-04.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><i>Niimaamaa</i>, the title of this collaborative piece, means “mother” in Cree, Ojibwe and Métis languages. It is an outline of a pregnant woman, apparently the first time this subject has been depicted in public sculpture in Canada. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1yws4RHFL4OGxP4u_ObXWftvYlupx3YmIyamxaGT-EY6Q77voblZCMf-aG189fCbyOfjtcERlYe-XxrbfqxpHBQ5ACZDO0VRagf9S1FA9fhMIdtuvxy-rrnVDffNDnThV8PEjg27C-kEdAp1zvkkNfBRMYA--5jOP2AjWMU9YtL8NKJg-5tNe5MtVQ/s1500/KCAdams-05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1yws4RHFL4OGxP4u_ObXWftvYlupx3YmIyamxaGT-EY6Q77voblZCMf-aG189fCbyOfjtcERlYe-XxrbfqxpHBQ5ACZDO0VRagf9S1FA9fhMIdtuvxy-rrnVDffNDnThV8PEjg27C-kEdAp1zvkkNfBRMYA--5jOP2AjWMU9YtL8NKJg-5tNe5MtVQ/w400-h300/KCAdams-05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>It is a mixed metal work representative of motherhood and Mother Earth. This sculpture is a collaboration between three Indigenous women: KC Adams, Jaimie Isaac and Val Vint.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKBUgajzNfBFexr-4pvXK7gANyoQxSMRwCQ182ZzWR0yxT_L-LiWeWZalvrBc9Vr2pKOqJ8t13PQpGZYFU437chai52TBk0JJpMkD97tf1icxdRcfjmeK-FKtL9DcpCDyQNPmIhLwrhuWI5cMB7S5BOAsV1WnLwDmyr-NIwPhKXbWyg8jkHQIHhalGg/s1500/KCAdams-06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1425" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKBUgajzNfBFexr-4pvXK7gANyoQxSMRwCQ182ZzWR0yxT_L-LiWeWZalvrBc9Vr2pKOqJ8t13PQpGZYFU437chai52TBk0JJpMkD97tf1icxdRcfjmeK-FKtL9DcpCDyQNPmIhLwrhuWI5cMB7S5BOAsV1WnLwDmyr-NIwPhKXbWyg8jkHQIHhalGg/w380-h400/KCAdams-06.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Further along the pleasant walk at The Forks one comes across the sculpture <i>Education is the New Bison</i> by Val Vint. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7Q4M4oqclMmL9PjukSDVkQvZKQ0DzYL0YIKIPP5qQjh3YDrJAIeborDc_CdTmzk40zSf7mMbBqKvkd4s1qvTlzRKdJ_Xb_YLd_-EETdDiWwLafIlCStefoBXhTCswnAWioZa63ZvDLRcVolJk1pHjIlxKdEDUjCPsk9uk-qGS-pxI2S8kD0vBzfH7A/s1500/ValVint-01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1091" data-original-width="1500" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7Q4M4oqclMmL9PjukSDVkQvZKQ0DzYL0YIKIPP5qQjh3YDrJAIeborDc_CdTmzk40zSf7mMbBqKvkd4s1qvTlzRKdJ_Xb_YLd_-EETdDiWwLafIlCStefoBXhTCswnAWioZa63ZvDLRcVolJk1pHjIlxKdEDUjCPsk9uk-qGS-pxI2S8kD0vBzfH7A/w400-h291/ValVint-01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>It is a mostly corten steel sculpture composed of “books”with laser-cut author names and titles that are important to Indigenous culture.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaawElP7OZ9jCnKjj4TNghssZzHKhGJKnO4DmoPc0vbtxmmKoyUsq2wioKqZfZpzdbAj_uPZ5xHQthRMelsbXxJgGrmUX7freJXljjqeilI3v9i86ST8rm3SHkKo6biS8NCJuV3lpYlQLv8kkuCjV4NJXhOXDJyT-jpukFi9rVfeJ10H99AriYi1-Zg/s1500/ValVint-02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1159" data-original-width="1500" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaawElP7OZ9jCnKjj4TNghssZzHKhGJKnO4DmoPc0vbtxmmKoyUsq2wioKqZfZpzdbAj_uPZ5xHQthRMelsbXxJgGrmUX7freJXljjqeilI3v9i86ST8rm3SHkKo6biS8NCJuV3lpYlQLv8kkuCjV4NJXhOXDJyT-jpukFi9rVfeJ10H99AriYi1-Zg/w400-h309/ValVint-02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The bison is created from books written by Indigenous authors or allies.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZw5AzDuSbLG3Bm1gIJ1bu5oFajY4Og9m9ZsJYbYGdt-RNh18qtM1FCXl5Knag4q0N-yNdNFpsbVMgBZnKPoAnBWaCivZ7svO7o4L3TRgFzyzUHTulEb4SOKWTIRANJ-RPTCHW9-1IDxBhX3UmbVn_cgxVuvY_dTIzJWjm1pYpp6mZE_rPGF5kGit9g/s1500/ValVint-03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1500" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZw5AzDuSbLG3Bm1gIJ1bu5oFajY4Og9m9ZsJYbYGdt-RNh18qtM1FCXl5Knag4q0N-yNdNFpsbVMgBZnKPoAnBWaCivZ7svO7o4L3TRgFzyzUHTulEb4SOKWTIRANJ-RPTCHW9-1IDxBhX3UmbVn_cgxVuvY_dTIzJWjm1pYpp6mZE_rPGF5kGit9g/w400-h300/ValVint-03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Further along yet again, lies the inspirational corten steel piece by Jaimie Isaac <i>The 8th and Final Fire</i>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLCgmK4R9CeglBuzbdphvNPx5j8lnM6AIDUf6VH1SqC2A3SwWI8_Dk98m0Cj8JKHnLr6NlxYF7T-4u7t4JbTUQMaZjV9JMniTK2x4_2xFWFvtVa-pY4CtSxExKtsykF7E-TdQdA5BS8y49TNMv47kRB6Ot47ntpV_ms5_8fkih_PfMzWPXzg3O_9vRA/s1500/Forks-01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1328" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLCgmK4R9CeglBuzbdphvNPx5j8lnM6AIDUf6VH1SqC2A3SwWI8_Dk98m0Cj8JKHnLr6NlxYF7T-4u7t4JbTUQMaZjV9JMniTK2x4_2xFWFvtVa-pY4CtSxExKtsykF7E-TdQdA5BS8y49TNMv47kRB6Ot47ntpV_ms5_8fkih_PfMzWPXzg3O_9vRA/w354-h400/Forks-01.jpg" width="354" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The tipi-shaped flame at the front continues as a series of echoes as one walks around the sculpture.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7UCJ1cVSoS5z0jzVNAE3MJLvpSnBFoH04K1OzVQ0CYBHfzlL47ewKl6eJh5cCLbizWZvKVCpKbK2t7g_yKvVKZLC2wH8OSzdyDFW6Q9ISqeY63myO515KfaCEW1mirAfYJrRmzF95nUYzZUwuLWxQKTaOhWassSpx8yeZ4NvbeoGDe1Kln8KXoMt6g/s1500/Forks-02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1132" data-original-width="1500" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7UCJ1cVSoS5z0jzVNAE3MJLvpSnBFoH04K1OzVQ0CYBHfzlL47ewKl6eJh5cCLbizWZvKVCpKbK2t7g_yKvVKZLC2wH8OSzdyDFW6Q9ISqeY63myO515KfaCEW1mirAfYJrRmzF95nUYzZUwuLWxQKTaOhWassSpx8yeZ4NvbeoGDe1Kln8KXoMt6g/w400-h301/Forks-02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The plaque (in several languages, though I have only included the English words) gives a full explanation of the thinking behind the sculpture.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9wAEVxtB8BCRe6oQBF0GBK19a1k_85Lq8kIA4uEY2ipaoYdGMEb6MZARb8BVY7EExabW9o6PXA0w49Q5vAPCR9kBCUoOVJLeMv4vr4OMKunS-QeqzOoKTglxABqmpSzUiXncUsVPXM7HI4I9XoVIR0gjf9Mrayutdyza6j0jmwIb-x6XDJCMElfpPg/s1616/Forks-03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1616" data-original-width="1540" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9wAEVxtB8BCRe6oQBF0GBK19a1k_85Lq8kIA4uEY2ipaoYdGMEb6MZARb8BVY7EExabW9o6PXA0w49Q5vAPCR9kBCUoOVJLeMv4vr4OMKunS-QeqzOoKTglxABqmpSzUiXncUsVPXM7HI4I9XoVIR0gjf9Mrayutdyza6j0jmwIb-x6XDJCMElfpPg/w381-h400/Forks-03.jpg" width="381" /></a></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-88538201164639133672023-05-31T08:51:00.000+01:002023-05-31T08:51:01.035+01:00Inuit Sanauganit: Art Across Time<p>While I was in Winnipeg (Canada) recently, I went to <a href="https://www.wag.ca/" target="_blank">The Winnipeg Art Gallery-Qaumajuq </a>to see the amazing exhibition <i>Inuit Sanaugangit: Art Across Time</i>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkFo417Bmo26N7EkcYQuGvpGNxy-odtbwOY171-Tiv4j_XyzCASEFh4sgqbUZTZgBMuUtsnH481XH5-1ZmuhuCvxxZQBGGBIDULLjsXtiOt6nxYq7PSuZw9fz8pjxWMaz1DvnaxQ8Lu_uYFI0nAaEPZllScQwN-E9Sp1GWR8zv4CFGad5i5IH1hLbPA/s2000/WAG-01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkFo417Bmo26N7EkcYQuGvpGNxy-odtbwOY171-Tiv4j_XyzCASEFh4sgqbUZTZgBMuUtsnH481XH5-1ZmuhuCvxxZQBGGBIDULLjsXtiOt6nxYq7PSuZw9fz8pjxWMaz1DvnaxQ8Lu_uYFI0nAaEPZllScQwN-E9Sp1GWR8zv4CFGad5i5IH1hLbPA/w400-h300/WAG-01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The huge exhibition included work by artists spanning from 200 BCE to now, so we decided to start in the smaller, top floor gallery and work our way down. There were a number of sculptures here and walking space around each, in order to view in three dimensions.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgO1HcMqJPoly7_YSA_Wb9KebrsgKC-CXvoXUxQsC1veGbDxTn6Kutj9KbWCDSXYMWTSgQWaZG9jGp4V1ygXbIbfvfVnETDDrTfPm3FXaRewpGYcBZKDMsVTrG1rlVORlA91TU30xRHYjeCje6ENPM_rC7w7mMETdKtlK-zMFVB1eHE33qzjZsueRBw/s2000/WAG-02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1527" data-original-width="2000" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgO1HcMqJPoly7_YSA_Wb9KebrsgKC-CXvoXUxQsC1veGbDxTn6Kutj9KbWCDSXYMWTSgQWaZG9jGp4V1ygXbIbfvfVnETDDrTfPm3FXaRewpGYcBZKDMsVTrG1rlVORlA91TU30xRHYjeCje6ENPM_rC7w7mMETdKtlK-zMFVB1eHE33qzjZsueRBw/w400-h305/WAG-02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The mezzanine-like top floor gallery, allowed me to look down on the main gallery. This view shows only a portion, maybe a third, of what awaited!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGX6PqyxuxP_N3nSDj9ZWfVEHYEtYTmpmUh46sSNT3QNCIwrXZrhI_1MZV7Rc4R_3gO1YQwkwZ4l6m_jJT4IkJ5KMvLeHQKupyVHEAY1cWloQXg50rK5s2qL26crCAyvk9uy959P6GjUVGr8FKSGu5WKTkpm3BVGFqn4kfWjg8RNTMR_cwvuQ7wmeS6g/s2000/WAG-03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGX6PqyxuxP_N3nSDj9ZWfVEHYEtYTmpmUh46sSNT3QNCIwrXZrhI_1MZV7Rc4R_3gO1YQwkwZ4l6m_jJT4IkJ5KMvLeHQKupyVHEAY1cWloQXg50rK5s2qL26crCAyvk9uy959P6GjUVGr8FKSGu5WKTkpm3BVGFqn4kfWjg8RNTMR_cwvuQ7wmeS6g/w400-h300/WAG-03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The catalogue of work, names and years was far-ranging and included finely decorated weapons, such as this bolus</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcd348lt_G8ecmN6XTRVrjzqwq3b5rAqLMRBy3nrNciKsleJB7pRYzFUPbMIucudyjdwAKZux42m3TVX5RbMFrUPTL1Wx98k8Ic7UKvBnVqqGChNORL8C0cMoXNRIhKIyWq4Sfz0NYV95CLDIA5ys4d4jqBHd1D0hOo5GbooKHrCRZFi4PpbZNGPEgg/s2000/WAG-04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1393" data-original-width="2000" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcd348lt_G8ecmN6XTRVrjzqwq3b5rAqLMRBy3nrNciKsleJB7pRYzFUPbMIucudyjdwAKZux42m3TVX5RbMFrUPTL1Wx98k8Ic7UKvBnVqqGChNORL8C0cMoXNRIhKIyWq4Sfz0NYV95CLDIA5ys4d4jqBHd1D0hOo5GbooKHrCRZFi4PpbZNGPEgg/w400-h279/WAG-04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>detailed drawings on horn bone</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV2ax02N2uzWaFwcfXonHM09bufwfkG-3C9ACcQTUU5r_R5b-8LXRUQtC1QHnwRFQ0F2aNoLPfnlDfGJOgJKKtcZBYYBlrCLvGvjm-24cMy_II28s5f7oDMftQQzVtpGcE1Jqy6-B6XT8NcJbW0aE0vKQNia2ogqU0hwGpF4QLpkaswpsgevtsYm8mw/s2000/WAG-05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="2000" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisV2ax02N2uzWaFwcfXonHM09bufwfkG-3C9ACcQTUU5r_R5b-8LXRUQtC1QHnwRFQ0F2aNoLPfnlDfGJOgJKKtcZBYYBlrCLvGvjm-24cMy_II28s5f7oDMftQQzVtpGcE1Jqy6-B6XT8NcJbW0aE0vKQNia2ogqU0hwGpF4QLpkaswpsgevtsYm8mw/w400-h179/WAG-05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>and utility items such as pipes. It also contained traditional textiles, such as clothing, and I enjoyed earwigging on a school tour to hear some stories and facts related to various works.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNdGaLt-742Pez-4_Fgob8t9lho7RgW1MzyFM02iqCTgZzpwq8Uodn0Xr8mpnZMZxo_yjsXwwb9coYXlgvpogjNJVNuHZ1O0fXAuoJTj-cpgoOxR5AiLZ-L_5kmcq8ty7DAwfPadcnv7-oxVs-KaVcsxZHHle2pxud8DddrPgucH5Yi5SP-w5mV8dXw/s2000/WAG-06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="877" data-original-width="2000" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZNdGaLt-742Pez-4_Fgob8t9lho7RgW1MzyFM02iqCTgZzpwq8Uodn0Xr8mpnZMZxo_yjsXwwb9coYXlgvpogjNJVNuHZ1O0fXAuoJTj-cpgoOxR5AiLZ-L_5kmcq8ty7DAwfPadcnv7-oxVs-KaVcsxZHHle2pxud8DddrPgucH5Yi5SP-w5mV8dXw/w400-h175/WAG-06.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This is an enormous exhibition that encompasses Inuit art forms from 200 BCE to now, so it contained traditional older work as well as contemporary work by Inuit artists. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwACD7Waz-qFPMIkwx3-UD4rnyoMIA-grgjX-63r8HgpTiAtvJejGlFbO4nYJC6jOkg3W6baI8u110N9erOIBcDZysDh0PinaqPRfMQzM56X_W2QuKjnZwzCav3B0sBh4KxLyMrKY9jBU1zmQ49ZHn5NSpypV4rUZLB4Zpbi6nSsmfEfq4iNqDiS5uwQ/s2000/WAG-07.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1691" data-original-width="2000" height="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwACD7Waz-qFPMIkwx3-UD4rnyoMIA-grgjX-63r8HgpTiAtvJejGlFbO4nYJC6jOkg3W6baI8u110N9erOIBcDZysDh0PinaqPRfMQzM56X_W2QuKjnZwzCav3B0sBh4KxLyMrKY9jBU1zmQ49ZHn5NSpypV4rUZLB4Zpbi6nSsmfEfq4iNqDiS5uwQ/w400-h339/WAG-07.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The catalogue accompanying the exhibition was so huge that it was impossible for me to keep track of new vs old work and artist names.I was always glad of the careful spacing of sculptures, allowing the viewer to see it easily from all vantage points, especially larger ones, such as this, which changed so drastically from one side to the next.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_c1uq8q9kDuBEkRfG1axnRLsK3fMIsUHxVe5nPior9xEwjW52vwvq4DuUGTRvKUOhryAuuU4Xzsd5zogRiHl6lpotPXpR9m7AS4BrfJQQeBqIEjjs35qFWZt_2DUuDCf73O8Kg4Sf_g7nC2uuUNzDzU_8uqnCYNRdpxjMhBWqy7fMGYmguR7GVF3Rg/s2000/WAG-08.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_c1uq8q9kDuBEkRfG1axnRLsK3fMIsUHxVe5nPior9xEwjW52vwvq4DuUGTRvKUOhryAuuU4Xzsd5zogRiHl6lpotPXpR9m7AS4BrfJQQeBqIEjjs35qFWZt_2DUuDCf73O8Kg4Sf_g7nC2uuUNzDzU_8uqnCYNRdpxjMhBWqy7fMGYmguR7GVF3Rg/w300-h400/WAG-08.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The exhibition included sculpture, drawing, painting, textiles (tapestry and clothing) as well as printmaking. Having recently taken a Japanese woodblock printmaking course. which I blogged about <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2022/11/mokuhanga-workshop.html" target="_blank">here</a>, I was delighted to see the woodblock displayed with the print allowing me to examine the registration marks and carving techniques. The woodblock carving itself being seen as an artform always makes me think of Canadian artist <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paterson_Ewen" target="_blank">Paterson Ewen</a>, whose paintings I greatly admire.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLUrb4ASZFFQbzIxMUiIrUW6-pECxfg_tMPrX3teXyDlSZk2RFPXqY0BvIJS8btNQqNbYaO602SOBsYooHZRUOUB9LYO88L7uDAOOdq18gOYDlheTWYv6X581ZagD3VnkrKWyZCRAwgjm7PKE76hf03dVekoh2j_kLKUrINQWt0m2zjrl5QKELCwtvIw/s2000/WAG-09.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1266" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLUrb4ASZFFQbzIxMUiIrUW6-pECxfg_tMPrX3teXyDlSZk2RFPXqY0BvIJS8btNQqNbYaO602SOBsYooHZRUOUB9LYO88L7uDAOOdq18gOYDlheTWYv6X581ZagD3VnkrKWyZCRAwgjm7PKE76hf03dVekoh2j_kLKUrINQWt0m2zjrl5QKELCwtvIw/w254-h400/WAG-09.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-71897366212871614742023-05-24T11:09:00.000+01:002023-05-24T11:09:27.344+01:00rooftop archive 12 - the noughties<p>I think this might be the last post about the rooftop archive. For my penultimate rooftop archive post visit <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/04/rooftop-archive-11-late-1990s.html" target="_blank">here</a> and within that post are links to all the previous posts of the archive. Though this sketch is probably from 1991, I forgot to process it and post it in the correct decade of the archive so I decided I would include it in this post anyway! Although it is an undated sketch, I remember creating it in my studio in Toronto before I started the second group of paintings in the <i>My Tower of Strength</i> series. I have long since discarded the rest of the sketchbook (either an A4 or 8.5x11 inch) this sketch manages to survive all my various purges. I used a variety of media to create this sketch – metal leaf, oilstick and some turpentine brushed around some areas of oilstick.</p><div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74dm_Fvlh61kFy89TaDs2JwhXeFGLwwuVgAn-sgDgtl75GIAKjRF-8J8oOBJtbLGJFJYv9kGduF0Zg9T_HQqJJKK_d6BnAdOQA3wAEaSDJCwX_rPokwJS3o3KPblTFeXDJkszsQ19vc6xhdxBOPf-162Lk6YNGZd_PkxkwVLzLiUjUyfx4mUCXyoirw/s2000/00.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74dm_Fvlh61kFy89TaDs2JwhXeFGLwwuVgAn-sgDgtl75GIAKjRF-8J8oOBJtbLGJFJYv9kGduF0Zg9T_HQqJJKK_d6BnAdOQA3wAEaSDJCwX_rPokwJS3o3KPblTFeXDJkszsQ19vc6xhdxBOPf-162Lk6YNGZd_PkxkwVLzLiUjUyfx4mUCXyoirw/w300-h400/00.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>In 2000 or 2001, I was still living in the middle of Bray on Florence Rd and was enjoying creating large plein air sketches in my tiny backyard. In this one I was regarding the upstairs window and the strange pipes surrounding it. I was sketching with watercolours and charoal on paper, 84 cm x 60 cm.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCgCsTWtv7-7mFnkG9R1RST51oumncipqw2YqoI2Hi4KaEVuF2YRP6UqQXO_0zLMgTa7Q0hhrPkRtJi8n9d12Er_MSiyxa6-X1zJJw4K2cnETEe14n4I6dmUl0xh3YBBMujtMS72rBpii5AyLonWt9YySFgot1FVvGg-iF7MhH5KXHWXP87-Sid3BRQ/s2000/01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1443" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCgCsTWtv7-7mFnkG9R1RST51oumncipqw2YqoI2Hi4KaEVuF2YRP6UqQXO_0zLMgTa7Q0hhrPkRtJi8n9d12Er_MSiyxa6-X1zJJw4K2cnETEe14n4I6dmUl0xh3YBBMujtMS72rBpii5AyLonWt9YySFgot1FVvGg-iF7MhH5KXHWXP87-Sid3BRQ/w289-h400/01.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><div><br /></div>There was also a geranium plant out the back that had managed to survive untended for years before we moved in. Again this is mixed media on paper, 84 cm x 60 cm.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhie2ry9Tw2ndIyfGg1kLGgmTGLL7OtXjvchDSSUIHpXzUAOsoVSEM082y2cbXYcwweYmRGDfElJ9yRhFORd4didyH8_UMsghsl1w1XDALMEqErqSSt2JPbrN54PeTjM0VEky9g-9_wXOHq_ne7Xk-nKa-XYzW96aoXsYeTPOAXX-X6wzC9qe01-Z8_kQ/s2000/02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1388" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhie2ry9Tw2ndIyfGg1kLGgmTGLL7OtXjvchDSSUIHpXzUAOsoVSEM082y2cbXYcwweYmRGDfElJ9yRhFORd4didyH8_UMsghsl1w1XDALMEqErqSSt2JPbrN54PeTjM0VEky9g-9_wXOHq_ne7Xk-nKa-XYzW96aoXsYeTPOAXX-X6wzC9qe01-Z8_kQ/w278-h400/02.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /></div><div>I think this painting of the flower lesser celandine is from 2001 (though I'm not entirely sure). It is untitled, acrylic on card, 88 cm x 50 cm.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QOiDVlayz_SusMk44vRDEZn9i8w2-VtM1aK38f7frrgBY4wh11jS8T3IdT_vksvdwIQivgR5XSVNhoXwlMlcYhZg-AHf6dFul_qJrt5dZ5cidjaGTaleWwG2ipj01XQh6vmeLRFNmmB42AJ0oq8X9_7IZKV4h0JkTMDSmB28gI9IajFncKLpirzKbw/s2000/03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1142" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QOiDVlayz_SusMk44vRDEZn9i8w2-VtM1aK38f7frrgBY4wh11jS8T3IdT_vksvdwIQivgR5XSVNhoXwlMlcYhZg-AHf6dFul_qJrt5dZ5cidjaGTaleWwG2ipj01XQh6vmeLRFNmmB42AJ0oq8X9_7IZKV4h0JkTMDSmB28gI9IajFncKLpirzKbw/w229-h400/03.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div><br /></div>One of the reasons I think these works are from 2001 is that I also did a very large painting of dying tulips on canvas that year, before I became pregnant, and these remind me of that work.</div><div><br /></div><div>untitled, acrylic on card, 88 cm x 50 cm</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3K7Q_1KdlzR2oC2ieV6FCUAUIbqwtl_XhOOfkK1iy4mt9jSvXVCvBGeSCgGx4BhBB9A1g69Ejumxj1zSIV5jU_dQvKz6JKkkUPTRxnINzLtHBMGKTW32Q53zfJobjj_Beo3MCa83jURZmRp14nhmars0cGP09SoC7p_uPFiYAl6qC68ON2KMTZQdcFA/s2000/04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1130" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3K7Q_1KdlzR2oC2ieV6FCUAUIbqwtl_XhOOfkK1iy4mt9jSvXVCvBGeSCgGx4BhBB9A1g69Ejumxj1zSIV5jU_dQvKz6JKkkUPTRxnINzLtHBMGKTW32Q53zfJobjj_Beo3MCa83jURZmRp14nhmars0cGP09SoC7p_uPFiYAl6qC68ON2KMTZQdcFA/w226-h400/04.jpg" width="226" /></a></div><div><br /></div>untitled, acrylic on card, 88 cm x 50 cm</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHSwbELeCzQ1coUW6O0NEGSJCDD0W2XYWYktxi__30PZxFBRJ7U5JLbgJ1o4Suo1PJuzVf9ojVrHQvp70CPvbWgdHOXdr1Ydn1nwzmYsz_8Wb2fMRV2nBNUqdf5qokr6BCVdMI1EQZVUye0hPRHwz8m1bqmxyA88ClYrC4-cpj7ECDWwMZDkUx2s0Ng/s2000/05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1124" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHSwbELeCzQ1coUW6O0NEGSJCDD0W2XYWYktxi__30PZxFBRJ7U5JLbgJ1o4Suo1PJuzVf9ojVrHQvp70CPvbWgdHOXdr1Ydn1nwzmYsz_8Wb2fMRV2nBNUqdf5qokr6BCVdMI1EQZVUye0hPRHwz8m1bqmxyA88ClYrC4-cpj7ECDWwMZDkUx2s0Ng/w225-h400/05.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I haven’t eaten any physalis in a long time (I don’t know why) but for awhile I loved the fruit itself and also enjoyed drawing it – I especially loved the material contrast between the solid orange fruit and it’s delicate, papery wrapping. </div><div><br /></div><div>untitled, mixed media on paper, 60 cm x 84 cm, 2000</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWVb1BCFh-8N0FwWeIHiGVA-xa-XA1UGmr6NlSyxhiEdeskNXsxj1FG1ZR5Fn4GYUzuyJIX19XkbQd6DM-8VLJ3ZEQkYf6zMLq680Si3rev2I9Dz9-Z5E0oMmtr8SeQdW6KX824WYmvhFLB_TDr0amd6fsSnEsZgkEQkY17hVM_ldR8PcMARmouJIcg/s2000/06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1427" data-original-width="2000" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWVb1BCFh-8N0FwWeIHiGVA-xa-XA1UGmr6NlSyxhiEdeskNXsxj1FG1ZR5Fn4GYUzuyJIX19XkbQd6DM-8VLJ3ZEQkYf6zMLq680Si3rev2I9Dz9-Z5E0oMmtr8SeQdW6KX824WYmvhFLB_TDr0amd6fsSnEsZgkEQkY17hVM_ldR8PcMARmouJIcg/w400-h285/06.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>untitled, mixed media on paper, 60 cm x 84 cm, 2000</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ysU0hwIDDQNmhFLLMolXhSgvTgxCgy0bCO45umsfW7Zrj2x3tQKa-WA0lfQ1Nf7CBC6OWAjncnXZj9ySsSv79uDW6fWUsT7JEls8XPfrQfPxi6m4RWI96xv7ru_AAwOrxNy_e9P1V78J1BIAKRPCVup7eqVIpPBJn71vfcCgdKlwYZKzkHzEikJTwA/s2000/07.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1421" data-original-width="2000" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ysU0hwIDDQNmhFLLMolXhSgvTgxCgy0bCO45umsfW7Zrj2x3tQKa-WA0lfQ1Nf7CBC6OWAjncnXZj9ySsSv79uDW6fWUsT7JEls8XPfrQfPxi6m4RWI96xv7ru_AAwOrxNy_e9P1V78J1BIAKRPCVup7eqVIpPBJn71vfcCgdKlwYZKzkHzEikJTwA/w400-h284/07.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-82459015486224319492023-05-10T09:46:00.000+01:002023-05-10T09:46:10.412+01:00more from the "Lost" series<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">I am still working away on my Lost series of contact monoprints</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">. So in addition to what I blogged about <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/03/lost-beginning-new-work.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/04/lost-series-continues.htm" target="_blank">here</a>, I am posting more in the series. Because the process can be very random, I can never be quite sure if the print is successful until the final lifting of the paper away from the plate. Sometimes I may have either over-inked or under-inked the plate so I put the print to one side to study if there is anything I liked about it and perhaps make more attempts with the specific image. I have limited myself to three tools for mark-making: a sharp pencil, an eraser and an old credit card. These three tools are giving me crisp sharp lines, soft blurs and sharp areas, respectively. I am very happy with my choices! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">All of the works are the same size, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm (or 18.5 cm x 12.5 cm if they are vertical images), printed on Japanese mulberry paper.</span></p><p><i><b>Many things went missing from the shared studio</b></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCxRAHSe1jteAmxHzPkTLx80vH82q2_2jh-0vMKoMGqHwJtnzp909j0NifzJuVGZ2_1aAFYP0GtiFodEaNL25LJhuCZdBeY2FaZIe-daf9LJ6TPsToEUy0gZWnTlgv0NvNZTgFYy0fB5Ib5a_7HWWTiBigAhhrzvPVu7oQcgHegbnpG84LzuDASZeSg/s2000/11-studio1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCxRAHSe1jteAmxHzPkTLx80vH82q2_2jh-0vMKoMGqHwJtnzp909j0NifzJuVGZ2_1aAFYP0GtiFodEaNL25LJhuCZdBeY2FaZIe-daf9LJ6TPsToEUy0gZWnTlgv0NvNZTgFYy0fB5Ib5a_7HWWTiBigAhhrzvPVu7oQcgHegbnpG84LzuDASZeSg/w288-h400/11-studio1.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><div><br /></div><b><i>After thirty years abroad, they never regretted their return home</i></b><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkHuip4k8ioQ6s0qpZQ1FW1VB5F6iLab-yxLncSgWliSVWCSkHPwDI49CQH2TBONbU6SVFXUwZVM56oAGG0g3ksXsXSEbCEL2a1jmlVOwtRrJB5Be8Aj5ATpnfH-2SywcG5sh8V68bf-u-J94O6KlxC41jZKm_BCPymkQqjgwEWHQPAXb1VGLx6nZ2w/s2000/12-MD-Bray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1425" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkHuip4k8ioQ6s0qpZQ1FW1VB5F6iLab-yxLncSgWliSVWCSkHPwDI49CQH2TBONbU6SVFXUwZVM56oAGG0g3ksXsXSEbCEL2a1jmlVOwtRrJB5Be8Aj5ATpnfH-2SywcG5sh8V68bf-u-J94O6KlxC41jZKm_BCPymkQqjgwEWHQPAXb1VGLx6nZ2w/w285-h400/12-MD-Bray.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div><br /></div><i><b>Despite the isolation, we made the place our home</b></i></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWcHINgDovyfrv2r3Bf_wcccBVCkywBZ1l9z_VyKbyZUIvf9YNF9bFAcWkTPI21gP_8c2XJNj79ZSfZd9Owr5HCUvvP1wF4kTn9JD3vrXzAfexg8j--jAyqWux4MUROGFRg5_5j8JNIZfu0qtWqG1BvQKJkOMlC5EQ3j4S7tpw-pcljxV27kGNgokkQ/s2000/13-Knockeen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1451" data-original-width="2000" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWcHINgDovyfrv2r3Bf_wcccBVCkywBZ1l9z_VyKbyZUIvf9YNF9bFAcWkTPI21gP_8c2XJNj79ZSfZd9Owr5HCUvvP1wF4kTn9JD3vrXzAfexg8j--jAyqWux4MUROGFRg5_5j8JNIZfu0qtWqG1BvQKJkOMlC5EQ3j4S7tpw-pcljxV27kGNgokkQ/w400-h290/13-Knockeen.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><i><b>There were only a few occasions when the whole family was together</b></i></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDeNssX8QDmUv40g4_3xo9gMNCEwwzdaVq-pZaWqpH_uDFSGi_r9_YcW0wzxxyMhPdgCGl7H7KB9LrV3dphcSQ1OLoenQ3vDpYt_eerxwn-ic1pxnCr7ske9So2Y4tgfb38Hf8GqvpTL01-r6uzzW0LyjUMzyBmw7pC12bk8QBzSgPZ3NZo7Gzx7MOw/s2000/14-ten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1466" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDeNssX8QDmUv40g4_3xo9gMNCEwwzdaVq-pZaWqpH_uDFSGi_r9_YcW0wzxxyMhPdgCGl7H7KB9LrV3dphcSQ1OLoenQ3vDpYt_eerxwn-ic1pxnCr7ske9So2Y4tgfb38Hf8GqvpTL01-r6uzzW0LyjUMzyBmw7pC12bk8QBzSgPZ3NZo7Gzx7MOw/w294-h400/14-ten.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>The kitchen window offered a great view of visitors in the back yard</b></i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mqbcdpjwLemc2qvmXs8iKsglLtwcToMdnmmswr9UXqOiZIM_0jeiRZ0JLi0lp4XagnU563mJnPQJzghdklLOq8C_KQ5DjNaN2sOKDK6eNlAY-l8iWqMFMYQchnYkoIKedWUk9gGpkvJOATr_7IFsZCJhdHckYf0-4hHLtoH3v9VfrkEoQgLOCGhTFQ/s2000/15-KellsBay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1423" data-original-width="2000" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mqbcdpjwLemc2qvmXs8iKsglLtwcToMdnmmswr9UXqOiZIM_0jeiRZ0JLi0lp4XagnU563mJnPQJzghdklLOq8C_KQ5DjNaN2sOKDK6eNlAY-l8iWqMFMYQchnYkoIKedWUk9gGpkvJOATr_7IFsZCJhdHckYf0-4hHLtoH3v9VfrkEoQgLOCGhTFQ/w400-h285/15-KellsBay.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-14781323437198026662023-05-03T10:36:00.000+01:002023-05-03T10:36:42.854+01:00lunch pastries<p>I used to buy spinach pastries from a local bakery to have as my lunch, but then I found that too much salt was added and the poppy seeds were getting annoying as they always stuck in my teeth. I thought it would be simple enough to make them myself and regularly make them to take to work with me for lunch. Store-bought puff pastry makes it easy of course, and a roll of it provides enough pastry dough for four lunch pastries. They freeze well too, so I always make four at a time.</p><p>Unroll the puff pastry and cut into four pieces.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcwG4RpDJZagCnwkX5ngFM30i6EGsMGD3y0HMv4zPXJDu9JNzQEVJ_N63DR7dNZE5jT2ML_QHzjTD1g8FQe50kao25OewqZWKKzZ_j-Ur7sxIZFPJU8SYXI3gerjHsd-55U0wnv61WJnFk4Y4lurrKOF0xB_f-4-aYt3I1YpYI__-gHUm5Rpfe01kig/s2000/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1240" data-original-width="2000" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcwG4RpDJZagCnwkX5ngFM30i6EGsMGD3y0HMv4zPXJDu9JNzQEVJ_N63DR7dNZE5jT2ML_QHzjTD1g8FQe50kao25OewqZWKKzZ_j-Ur7sxIZFPJU8SYXI3gerjHsd-55U0wnv61WJnFk4Y4lurrKOF0xB_f-4-aYt3I1YpYI__-gHUm5Rpfe01kig/w400-h248/01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Decide on what you want to put inside: slice some cheese (I like cheddar or feta), some pesto (wild garlic is in bloom now, so <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2016/04/wild-garlic-pesto.html" target="_blank">here</a> is my simple recipe for that!), and cherry tomatoes.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFvcJS2bsybpeADz5nSMJqBWMGCSRdsTrkV4kT__EFqcY5coBYhpmCewyvaFHQA0h-UkWp_TuazDSICqh-eKppleficrzAnUVZHfSoBomq_xwiaVQclEyEt0BCsH8tqFTxaArMTyaz5yLkMXeTFCpXK7eVVCMbTNL-ILepJbiveJCsIowwR6UK7_8oA/s2000/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="2000" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFvcJS2bsybpeADz5nSMJqBWMGCSRdsTrkV4kT__EFqcY5coBYhpmCewyvaFHQA0h-UkWp_TuazDSICqh-eKppleficrzAnUVZHfSoBomq_xwiaVQclEyEt0BCsH8tqFTxaArMTyaz5yLkMXeTFCpXK7eVVCMbTNL-ILepJbiveJCsIowwR6UK7_8oA/w400-h260/02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>if including spinach (which I sometimes do if I happen to have it), be sure to steam it first in order to get out some of the water. In the past I have also whipped up an egg and divided it between the four pastries.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVJbwGJ0nveO687Y7faRA4DtQRJfbSVPXRyTW8MBz6lQlbvSekeigjRatg1dC6WRXEJ4q0XnnDPKj5xPTQ3jtgJJ-UXIVWo6EezQqVQUC1PUAt38wIFzsE93EqSos0EozmdHHUws0tgJ3FvKTbQyD7d0rbnF5BvrZw--1NaRMwI0r0kOOI4-81udpbA/s2000/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1392" data-original-width="2000" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVJbwGJ0nveO687Y7faRA4DtQRJfbSVPXRyTW8MBz6lQlbvSekeigjRatg1dC6WRXEJ4q0XnnDPKj5xPTQ3jtgJJ-UXIVWo6EezQqVQUC1PUAt38wIFzsE93EqSos0EozmdHHUws0tgJ3FvKTbQyD7d0rbnF5BvrZw--1NaRMwI0r0kOOI4-81udpbA/w400-h279/03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>When the pastries are all folded and closed, I turn up the sides and gently slide the baking paper of pastries onto a cookie tray.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLSiaXkFqMqw9FnlEQdL_57uoKZTzOfyLVhwQ0oUxH3ffTrXWuRtZ_ShCAwSc3nRcp77DCiiEl5Y-tIkaEuTFdvSWM3sEgwjxOp1Y-474c2a55wG-w0qCj5Zt7ExWT4CcIh3Teya2GTmSQn_96gSpTx89uKnbaVufxJ2Ry3xiEeB-VTDt4GQG-AJkzA/s2000/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1436" data-original-width="2000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLSiaXkFqMqw9FnlEQdL_57uoKZTzOfyLVhwQ0oUxH3ffTrXWuRtZ_ShCAwSc3nRcp77DCiiEl5Y-tIkaEuTFdvSWM3sEgwjxOp1Y-474c2a55wG-w0qCj5Zt7ExWT4CcIh3Teya2GTmSQn_96gSpTx89uKnbaVufxJ2Ry3xiEeB-VTDt4GQG-AJkzA/w400-h288/04.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>They bake in a preheated oven for about 15 minutes, till nicely browned and puffed. Please note, they do deflate a bit once they are cooled.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSN7WimM0e9CKQsOEbFNXQ81zENn0CQ_H_OMrMyWAEZgbs46Rb0zsu-c9fwxViSj2eS4ZJEVKRRToyPNLch0ItHHfliSxWTBOKq_IX5iTeKz0C-iZZH0WtUwm1y53f7jy2vsI5hQjoEJFs6RBO0ZdgcSZKGac5ulZf83OabO6naCEkFDFvmnBKHthqfw/s2000/05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1433" data-original-width="2000" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSN7WimM0e9CKQsOEbFNXQ81zENn0CQ_H_OMrMyWAEZgbs46Rb0zsu-c9fwxViSj2eS4ZJEVKRRToyPNLch0ItHHfliSxWTBOKq_IX5iTeKz0C-iZZH0WtUwm1y53f7jy2vsI5hQjoEJFs6RBO0ZdgcSZKGac5ulZf83OabO6naCEkFDFvmnBKHthqfw/w400-h286/05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Sometimes I add too much cheese, or I have not properly closed the sides and the contents spill out. This is okay as once the pastries cool, any spillage (which is cooked) hardens and can just be cut and included with the pastry in the freezer container, to be re-heated later. These are always delicious and appreciated at lunch!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGq0WJD0hjhz5U0V7r2XZQv9nIzjR6mfQTYWfO-GsTTMLVGY75aziUKC_NxostM_CacxwdHBbYtEKC6qzM1rVp39eZTCWv4FNgxtcLbRPDWwQtNPXo1sbxiJSq-9TNX80WB4R0BLDPDleqmvfwWuVs8d-eM5yzr6wQCSO6NSJhMAhrkRhG6UHIBbYPg/s2000/spinach-pies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1732" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGq0WJD0hjhz5U0V7r2XZQv9nIzjR6mfQTYWfO-GsTTMLVGY75aziUKC_NxostM_CacxwdHBbYtEKC6qzM1rVp39eZTCWv4FNgxtcLbRPDWwQtNPXo1sbxiJSq-9TNX80WB4R0BLDPDleqmvfwWuVs8d-eM5yzr6wQCSO6NSJhMAhrkRhG6UHIBbYPg/w346-h400/spinach-pies.jpg" width="346" /></a></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-43185723345047712552023-04-26T09:41:00.000+01:002023-04-26T09:41:09.091+01:00Patricia Hurl at IMMA<p>Recently I went to the Irish Museum of Modern Art (<a href="https://imma.ie/" target="_blank">IMMA</a>) to see several exhibitions that were on, but most specifically to see the Patricia Hurl retrospective <i>Irish Gothic</i>. It was a gorgeous day, and the museum was especially welcoming with all the flowers happily in bloom, both on the grounds and in pots surrounding the parking lot.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wOqkGenVv-y5DEwuq8QABkubIl5cquGUR9liInFkhmwbnlCtVTqooJ0IHbyyUNwFP-kiFsqIfgavdmPP-o9T0WB6YZZzihEPZ09OBxVA38WynOAwY_1IJt5dy91E6Wxay_6fyR_dlv5DKK4zKPmkUq-pGkYc3Eh4TJiUbbgWCkStkAjL2nwGf34xNg/s2000/01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6wOqkGenVv-y5DEwuq8QABkubIl5cquGUR9liInFkhmwbnlCtVTqooJ0IHbyyUNwFP-kiFsqIfgavdmPP-o9T0WB6YZZzihEPZ09OBxVA38WynOAwY_1IJt5dy91E6Wxay_6fyR_dlv5DKK4zKPmkUq-pGkYc3Eh4TJiUbbgWCkStkAjL2nwGf34xNg/w400-h300/01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The night before, I had prepared myself for the exhibition by listening to a conversation between Hurl and fellow <a href="https://nacailleacha.weebly.com/" target="_blank">Na Cailleacha</a> member, Catherine Marshall (who was formerly a curator at IMMA). The conversation is available at IMMA's SoundCloud page <a href="https://soundcloud.com/imma-ireland/exhibition-preview-talk-irish-gothic-with-patricia-hurl-catherine-marshall" target="_blank">here</a> and is both a witty and insightful hour of chat.<div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcdnFKmwSzxZS2i1fkTtEG0AzToAlb8fcggw0swC3hBIy0zjMbavlDQ1MfezFcuuSkskXV_1hb-eHIyVCkdiwcRiWdIdbEQ9NND4aBjgrBl5v4YQwO_HCdUIxUs22wd-7cjVbwwe1fqe6mj7cmsQZydAb4D7WpCf-6VZtCJp5_a8K_4lh0CfdBYpEaw/s2000/02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1471" data-original-width="2000" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcdnFKmwSzxZS2i1fkTtEG0AzToAlb8fcggw0swC3hBIy0zjMbavlDQ1MfezFcuuSkskXV_1hb-eHIyVCkdiwcRiWdIdbEQ9NND4aBjgrBl5v4YQwO_HCdUIxUs22wd-7cjVbwwe1fqe6mj7cmsQZydAb4D7WpCf-6VZtCJp5_a8K_4lh0CfdBYpEaw/w400-h294/02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, photos of paintings do not show the urgency of the painting itself, but I was also delighted to see images from Hurl's life and memories, concepts which are close to my own practice.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uDb9ubt7XisGt_drl7b9Gt71oLGHFGfvhf0_pgVqKnneZwzI9RRXHnn8IdGNudjbioE6EvB10gUTcnp9IzYfoOWdaeClJ_Bq9dZrOShc-nHPfssDY9rpsh_A2DbObC7Mp04K04a5B6GUVlWjuJqYIiAPeefwIgYDiJaIKSIpPg75idD2yrECaU85oA/s2000/03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1833" data-original-width="2000" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uDb9ubt7XisGt_drl7b9Gt71oLGHFGfvhf0_pgVqKnneZwzI9RRXHnn8IdGNudjbioE6EvB10gUTcnp9IzYfoOWdaeClJ_Bq9dZrOShc-nHPfssDY9rpsh_A2DbObC7Mp04K04a5B6GUVlWjuJqYIiAPeefwIgYDiJaIKSIpPg75idD2yrECaU85oA/w400-h366/03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Each painting had a personal didactic, in which Hurl disussed the work's content in such a way that the audience stepped into the memory and the very essence of the painting. I totally enjoyed reading the didactics as companions to the paintings and Hurl's voice was fresh in my head from listening to the conversation the night before.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4IlOT168leux4MRMI_8aY1uR4BHMYvBRBymhnaLSxYcvVs4QQQ7zNbYhpkVTfvkI0tfgKPLds6GEQ7lzkUXuSCwntXWnNKwlS8pukL3bh6-1P2kG88fjuoIsnPS1ZWq8Bwlwqfi_KSuRgOqfZH9-Md-fNY_JW4KDHiBCPYQF5gm7I8vvDeQfbCERog/s2000/05-Ennui-1985.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="2000" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4IlOT168leux4MRMI_8aY1uR4BHMYvBRBymhnaLSxYcvVs4QQQ7zNbYhpkVTfvkI0tfgKPLds6GEQ7lzkUXuSCwntXWnNKwlS8pukL3bh6-1P2kG88fjuoIsnPS1ZWq8Bwlwqfi_KSuRgOqfZH9-Md-fNY_JW4KDHiBCPYQF5gm7I8vvDeQfbCERog/w400-h290/05-Ennui-1985.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>As well as the large paintings from the 1980s, there was a plethora of sketchbooks and ephemera on display, along with more current works which were more intimate but nonetheless vital (such as the ageing self-portraits and the <i>Warrior </i>series). I had also seen some of Hurl's current 3D work, with the collective Na Callieacha, last year at a group show <i>Bones in the Attic</i> at the Hugh Lane Dublin Municipal Gallery. I blogged about that show <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2022/11/bones-in-attic.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was wonderful to see Hurl’s work collected together, and most especially great l to re-meet <i>Trick or Treat,</i> a painting that I had first seen at the GPA exhibition in either 1988 or 1989. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZP2iTZEBFR4IIrnSmubUwW3_-IBXQwq1qZjR9o4rjbIhj4nS6mSTcRuVAJupoCFi-ZGcYPAgmZaNgaX9UrhlWG3ZEArzFMEA-Xc1X54C5jR7H-M1fOTY_1W3WBCjsYlGG-_JoqRJlOwA9M1bh2ey0IFi4zp9yBa8tL3LAXOjr8y5WbPNRpWJi41l5g/s2000/06-TrickTreat-1988.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1655" data-original-width="2000" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZP2iTZEBFR4IIrnSmubUwW3_-IBXQwq1qZjR9o4rjbIhj4nS6mSTcRuVAJupoCFi-ZGcYPAgmZaNgaX9UrhlWG3ZEArzFMEA-Xc1X54C5jR7H-M1fOTY_1W3WBCjsYlGG-_JoqRJlOwA9M1bh2ey0IFi4zp9yBa8tL3LAXOjr8y5WbPNRpWJi41l5g/w400-h331/06-TrickTreat-1988.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-88263326388408828282023-04-19T09:11:00.000+01:002023-04-19T09:11:06.931+01:00"Lost" series continues<p>I have been happily working away on the <i>Lost</i> series of monoprints, a new body of work which I first spoke about in detail <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/03/lost-beginning-new-work.html" target="_blank">here</a>. In addition to being happy with my work, I was delighted to receive the recent news that an image of my "breakthrough" print (the rainy bus image included in that first blog about the series) has been chosen to be included in the spring issue of the US literary journal out of University of Pennsylvania, <i>The Penn Review</i>. In the meantime, here are some more images from <i>Lost</i>.</p><p><b><i>The kids could play at anything in the back yard</i></b>, monoprint, ink on Japanese mulberry paper, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_OaauYgUtTZDY4Zj78v9_U6ZpggZwe9mOthJefVPwawjNVDOvUBinBEjXVg9NGAkF18KIy_AmWqZefDS2J7Ss1Hf2sCp7O9MqvlqKQ9R2GuzK7y8WABYzPUSXOqR6V6xWM6S0dr9erneZC2P6TS7-OFiwXVAw2a6MaG4VVN5X8D-YonHcJoBhTbJFw/s2000/07-kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1457" data-original-width="2000" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_OaauYgUtTZDY4Zj78v9_U6ZpggZwe9mOthJefVPwawjNVDOvUBinBEjXVg9NGAkF18KIy_AmWqZefDS2J7Ss1Hf2sCp7O9MqvlqKQ9R2GuzK7y8WABYzPUSXOqR6V6xWM6S0dr9erneZC2P6TS7-OFiwXVAw2a6MaG4VVN5X8D-YonHcJoBhTbJFw/w400-h291/07-kids.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>When I was going through the rooftop archives, it was interesting to see that I had attempted, in the late 1990s, to use the gate in front of the house where I lived in Kerry as an artistic motif. I don't think my use of it was successful at that time but it is an image I have come back to. (Look <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/04/rooftop-archive-11-late-1990s.html" target="_blank">here</a> to see some of the image of the gate from the rooftop archive.)<div><br /></div><div><b><i>The gate in front of the house led to a huge field</i></b>, monoprint, ink on Japanese mulberry paper, 18.5 cm x 12.5 cm. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixq2Mh_P-2Dkk9Q1cnBiaws5rjiZKKx3WJCBvS_MdBQF7aSLzRsBAHF-oS7TUGyGGcraa6vnAekgQAl_OlO-Y7KpqKvnksLLEmSHTWSZ97_x0pdrMEg0sB8zvmBpqHgeIfaL3v1bcp0S3dk0micWk_eC_wkNd2SoXxOiYceihPWSIJkpttrWfpfWceCQ/s2000/08-gate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1439" data-original-width="2000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixq2Mh_P-2Dkk9Q1cnBiaws5rjiZKKx3WJCBvS_MdBQF7aSLzRsBAHF-oS7TUGyGGcraa6vnAekgQAl_OlO-Y7KpqKvnksLLEmSHTWSZ97_x0pdrMEg0sB8zvmBpqHgeIfaL3v1bcp0S3dk0micWk_eC_wkNd2SoXxOiYceihPWSIJkpttrWfpfWceCQ/w400-h288/08-gate.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Of course, I have used this image before in more recent work - most notably the small linoprints on silk fibre sheets that I made for <i>Memory Is My Homeland</i><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>(a search of this blog using that title will bring about works in progress as well as a virtual tour of the exhibition at Rathfarnham Castle, Dublin, in 2022).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><b>Field Gate, Knockeen</b></i>, image size: approx 6 cm x 7.5 cm, sheet size: approx 20 cm x 26 cm, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5FlxFVmbiTHk-j_RW-yu6SKRG2uBCix8vuTRLKzTtpvEpznb6jpXstNtLCZyf4Q3deIK_vcbnak_vqAO2C0De464Z5TeYU1fDSY8Df2U_MEijG9E_vIxWUi1aHqnK49N75K-978cyyljUeEUZqxgpQKCzW4hGX9h6IvjDbQL4Z6iG5am-WBbh4FegXw/s1500/Field_Gate_Knockeen-greens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1251" data-original-width="1500" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5FlxFVmbiTHk-j_RW-yu6SKRG2uBCix8vuTRLKzTtpvEpznb6jpXstNtLCZyf4Q3deIK_vcbnak_vqAO2C0De464Z5TeYU1fDSY8Df2U_MEijG9E_vIxWUi1aHqnK49N75K-978cyyljUeEUZqxgpQKCzW4hGX9h6IvjDbQL4Z6iG5am-WBbh4FegXw/w400-h334/Field_Gate_Knockeen-greens.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><b><i>It really is just a blink of the eye</i></b>, monoprint, ink on Japanese mulberry paper, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CRPI4w4E2vZYpvnZBh22C_hCa_zKbsF2kypzWOr5SVEb-7d-hLMZRBHFgOcRVPlf1EZ9-r6F43XLkM91XAfPjp6OLcLjSgEa-hZpNS56v89hEHKuGRbp1yCTssM0V7e7k5l2P07rOEiHQSOT8FRzc1XN034NoBXNvaChLOUdVhc3D6rjxcNv-QvZgQ/s2000/09-JT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1432" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CRPI4w4E2vZYpvnZBh22C_hCa_zKbsF2kypzWOr5SVEb-7d-hLMZRBHFgOcRVPlf1EZ9-r6F43XLkM91XAfPjp6OLcLjSgEa-hZpNS56v89hEHKuGRbp1yCTssM0V7e7k5l2P07rOEiHQSOT8FRzc1XN034NoBXNvaChLOUdVhc3D6rjxcNv-QvZgQ/w286-h400/09-JT.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div><br /></div><i style="font-weight: bold;">The friends of 1975: where are they now?</i>, monoprint, ink on Japanese mulberry paper, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SwRF4yuMOGjD16CAezZI1NDOi90nY-2HRu9pyGtFZcLOK9P0mIKzlGaWjvbhjxCLTlqyOJlBV8uOqLNooNMfePUSn-3c_N6zRmk-Qs8KW00E3DcxQhxL6zdxPR4s7XyllNRPh2_2vFSFQn_h5_g_idJ-jf7eyvqp22jfvy8-gbEN7VLsmA3nvtkEXQ/s2000/10-1975.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1443" data-original-width="2000" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5SwRF4yuMOGjD16CAezZI1NDOi90nY-2HRu9pyGtFZcLOK9P0mIKzlGaWjvbhjxCLTlqyOJlBV8uOqLNooNMfePUSn-3c_N6zRmk-Qs8KW00E3DcxQhxL6zdxPR4s7XyllNRPh2_2vFSFQn_h5_g_idJ-jf7eyvqp22jfvy8-gbEN7VLsmA3nvtkEXQ/w400-h289/10-1975.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-49816295682611186232023-04-12T10:08:00.000+01:002023-04-12T10:08:55.073+01:00Rooftop archive 11 late 1990s<p>For previous posts from the so-called "rooftop archive" look at the most recent <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/04/rooftop-archive-10-mid-1990s.html" target="_blank">here</a>, which gives links to all the others.</p><div>In the late 1990s there was a major fire at a printing company near to where one of my sisters lived. She told me that there was a big skip outside the establishment and reams of paper were being thrown into it. My husband (also an artist) and I drove over to check things out and came away with an abundance of grey heavy stock card, 88 cm x 50 cm, and large sheets of all-purpose cardboard. Because of this supply windfall, I felt very free to sketch on a large scale. In 1998 I had an exhibition planned for the following year, but was still unsure of what a new body of work would look like. I was fondly remembering my time living in rural Kerry, which had come to an end in the fall of 1996. One of the most amazing memories of this rural time was my sighting of Comet Hyakutake from the field in front of my house, Knockeen. On a clear night the stars in Kerry were magnificent. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM3dNWu4XbwAybj0ZhNbQeVxMj0jQGpEN-6FH1AuDZX09eTAayRJnaqlYV9hpQfiWEP6irHFJL0_bGaEbO1zLGxNeRpfbZwZRKqv19r4SQuEeMToBdDJ-xmEzQRjuVnkXEvJjuxSta0hq1ygGFiIEeYVUHV5EtPnepgNBh82JtnkCRvHWtnX6hqE_8bg/s2000/01-1998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1124" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM3dNWu4XbwAybj0ZhNbQeVxMj0jQGpEN-6FH1AuDZX09eTAayRJnaqlYV9hpQfiWEP6irHFJL0_bGaEbO1zLGxNeRpfbZwZRKqv19r4SQuEeMToBdDJ-xmEzQRjuVnkXEvJjuxSta0hq1ygGFiIEeYVUHV5EtPnepgNBh82JtnkCRvHWtnX6hqE_8bg/w225-h400/01-1998.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I must apolise for the sheen on these drawing/paintings, I was using gloss medium to thin the acrylic. I gessoed the grey card first and worked in thin layers of colour to build up a certain (unphotographable!) luminosity. In front of the house, there was a gate leading to a large field beyond and it was from this field that I viewed the comet above the outbuilding ruins beside my house.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYq4kALoW55gqWnBUhZ3D8G7q4f0D6_3MD4XL6oXWpt15crLFPOcxTtdJ5ZtbVvSFtzop2Bw_LCF4xtk-41Q6_LU7Nt-CaDOMyjdg_c1LWGTFQdWrcRqkTmHxQT8ruXNJLM0Tyhotv_vkkeUFwzLiXjVZA60NcmAT3KOVBkQ637_Tnq5IH9NoCyosbYQ/s2000/02-1998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1139" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYq4kALoW55gqWnBUhZ3D8G7q4f0D6_3MD4XL6oXWpt15crLFPOcxTtdJ5ZtbVvSFtzop2Bw_LCF4xtk-41Q6_LU7Nt-CaDOMyjdg_c1LWGTFQdWrcRqkTmHxQT8ruXNJLM0Tyhotv_vkkeUFwzLiXjVZA60NcmAT3KOVBkQ637_Tnq5IH9NoCyosbYQ/w228-h400/02-1998.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I thought the gate itself was an important image and began combining it with other familiar imagery from my work. The figure here was the outline of a life size cut out I had made of my body using the all-purpose cardboard.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg694VTSIc3UkfLFCxIgmByZo2M_foP3Er4pD9KAY53hBDwkAi3ELiofOiyJZEgotvzPNLoWQMmvFNdal6ynlu4oDpJGxhM8rB1CD8fF0IC3ZNIm0uR_TVVnnZssLE3I7Y4rpW6lTBON2jnpOftyd4wWsWE9xNotuIKY0fFrhicwxsC0dZo8H6OPxWzEw/s2000/03-1998-HeavensGate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg694VTSIc3UkfLFCxIgmByZo2M_foP3Er4pD9KAY53hBDwkAi3ELiofOiyJZEgotvzPNLoWQMmvFNdal6ynlu4oDpJGxhM8rB1CD8fF0IC3ZNIm0uR_TVVnnZssLE3I7Y4rpW6lTBON2jnpOftyd4wWsWE9xNotuIKY0fFrhicwxsC0dZo8H6OPxWzEw/w225-h400/03-1998-HeavensGate.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Again, this is an example of how I was combining past imagery with the image of the gate (which for me echoed the trellis that had appeared in earlier paintings and drawings).</div><div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr022dLVqomwtzjtboxgmXOp19PTD5xkv7tBWyCk46hYSMAlupoQ6thO-cq-5hrjh89QHSjjRbIr1_TZx56dACt883qUiC02W_3ZhJPMY2lNuxF5AKWGS_j1rHGfGPXAM89EmN_vYmKLYRjFRdwuKrucdpZtNKZ0n6H7hACpH-JsUfTP7_42_4ASe9wg/s2000/04-1998-RoseGate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1122" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr022dLVqomwtzjtboxgmXOp19PTD5xkv7tBWyCk46hYSMAlupoQ6thO-cq-5hrjh89QHSjjRbIr1_TZx56dACt883qUiC02W_3ZhJPMY2lNuxF5AKWGS_j1rHGfGPXAM89EmN_vYmKLYRjFRdwuKrucdpZtNKZ0n6H7hACpH-JsUfTP7_42_4ASe9wg/w225-h400/04-1998-RoseGate.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Once I had started using flowers in my work, however, there was no stopping me. Grounding the heavy card with gesso, I decided to do some drawing with oilstick and graphite -- a combination that I still enjoy. I realised how much I like drawing and painting flowers and decided that this would be the subject of my next exhibition. I suspect that due to the size of this piece I could not afford the framing so it did not make it into <i><b>Blessings</b></i>, which showed first at <a href="https://signalartscentre.ie/" target="_blank">Signal Arts Centre</a>, Bray, in 1999 and then Cavan County Museum, Ballyjamesduff, in 2000.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpS9gC1TgTUGytK-RPsO3DtqKZ88Fo7Zss2eEknKBw0yJIxZ0Cqw69lEulDa8iqZVYc73pgqKpOlWgt14RqMJ8iKF6dYdw2QlKWv4sw1t9YABvaEzqOPsGxB9bzun25xv68WJJ4uH6jTne4gTQsLAr6dzn3ULWujnmQhCiUvKzn0ssb6GW_JohdRB5IA/s2000/05-1998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1112" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpS9gC1TgTUGytK-RPsO3DtqKZ88Fo7Zss2eEknKBw0yJIxZ0Cqw69lEulDa8iqZVYc73pgqKpOlWgt14RqMJ8iKF6dYdw2QlKWv4sw1t9YABvaEzqOPsGxB9bzun25xv68WJJ4uH6jTne4gTQsLAr6dzn3ULWujnmQhCiUvKzn0ssb6GW_JohdRB5IA/w223-h400/05-1998.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The exhibition <i><b>Blessings </b></i>consisted of large acrylic paintings on canvas, medium sized oilstick & graphite drawings on paper and very small monoprints of both wild and cultivated flowers. This is an oilstick & graphite drawing from that exhibition. “Honeysuckle”, 43 cm x 37 cm, 1999, is framed and hanging on the wall in my bedroom.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMN01V3gLXWSA9chD5pM25T9K18drDZB19qBOAjcQR8JaLRMPFlReCcHUVPIPpbQcGEazszmeNcu2W0NFeN0QiOSmPH3oZuh1zRv-UgwDCGjxREP7plO-Ri-mi35-_AqZ1Uvqf3MBmIqXbu1WIsFVOHZ9_Dmmut_2Tt0m7hoVpqIoIcNdL7M4KfaXC9w/s1728/06-Honeysuckle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1728" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMN01V3gLXWSA9chD5pM25T9K18drDZB19qBOAjcQR8JaLRMPFlReCcHUVPIPpbQcGEazszmeNcu2W0NFeN0QiOSmPH3oZuh1zRv-UgwDCGjxREP7plO-Ri-mi35-_AqZ1Uvqf3MBmIqXbu1WIsFVOHZ9_Dmmut_2Tt0m7hoVpqIoIcNdL7M4KfaXC9w/w348-h400/06-Honeysuckle.jpg" width="348" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-16792835225545996922023-04-05T13:46:00.000+01:002023-04-05T13:46:16.976+01:00Rooftop archive 10 - mid 1990s<p>I showed some of the drawings from 1992 that began my obsession with windows and the stonework ruins in the rooftop archive post, <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/03/rooftop-archive-9-early-1990s.html" target="_blank">here</a>. In that post I also give links to previous rooftop archive posts. When I moved to Ireland in 1993 I brought with me a series of large paintings that I had completed in Toronto the previous year and had full intention of creating more in this series. This series became the exhibition <i>My Tower of Strength</i> and toured arts centres throughout the island of Ireland 1994-1998. </p><p>Early in 1994 I relocated to rural Kerry where I was reunited with my favourite castle ruin, ie, Ballycarbery Castle near Cahersiveen.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qe-fDsMbmu8EQLa9W1kWilOzTzqWa-R2_w-coBa1CGU8I-6-8E55ypDsHVpSAMWpmdSuyMhgIHwe3q5xsjRQh_9nuqyEqlljLcs-kex_vP458u8RAj2XgRQcrUgNNw8T9PoxUX3rEgym-Uo5DJyvDBATjdTMre66WeZiQcInifXVBOLmEmyrd6_jWg/s2000/1994-Ballycarbery-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1483" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qe-fDsMbmu8EQLa9W1kWilOzTzqWa-R2_w-coBa1CGU8I-6-8E55ypDsHVpSAMWpmdSuyMhgIHwe3q5xsjRQh_9nuqyEqlljLcs-kex_vP458u8RAj2XgRQcrUgNNw8T9PoxUX3rEgym-Uo5DJyvDBATjdTMre66WeZiQcInifXVBOLmEmyrd6_jWg/w296-h400/1994-Ballycarbery-01.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I was offered an exhibition at St John's Art Centre in Listowel first and thought it was the perfect place to display <i>My Tower of Strength</i> (a former church, open stonework walls) but I wanted more paintings in the exhibition and got to work on these window drawings, which were studies for the Ballycarbery paintings. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOtVDH9PQBPx2XZxf0qK_37XjZHa0tj2YTUlfw6UhEPPOsbMvNeEMvZWsieHGceJgWoqSDUEum1fp3ufLMJZ-OCu8KGAhL_FRgINvPxeSR-r6Tnx3OcXZ92ECfI7Ke0OCGh1coqqk47bbBxO1vKVIwcOT2FvAAv0xjCUy6w7lNTIJQN-_Y8JXiBYsUQ/s2000/1994-Ballycarbery-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1457" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOtVDH9PQBPx2XZxf0qK_37XjZHa0tj2YTUlfw6UhEPPOsbMvNeEMvZWsieHGceJgWoqSDUEum1fp3ufLMJZ-OCu8KGAhL_FRgINvPxeSR-r6Tnx3OcXZ92ECfI7Ke0OCGh1coqqk47bbBxO1vKVIwcOT2FvAAv0xjCUy6w7lNTIJQN-_Y8JXiBYsUQ/w291-h400/1994-Ballycarbery-02.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><div><br /></div>There were five Ballycarbery paintings altogether, but I'm not sure which of these six drawings did not make it into my final decision plans for what I would paint! It may have been this one, but I'm not sure...</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tCaSYWbi-Ftwfvjx7Ix117qkr5zD8ikKvBhJi-Ll4moI6rR4W6hYot_kHTsGxSl83UqmhZNv2gV517HUUZ6jTndwGUcuxWYYUppFUmJcykcGEWBFedrD4ytTooAlJZa8y7XR1s3c_a30Y1ChmYDzNnp3P8dmTDwmOqmaX3PBOdf4pyodz-I89imsYQ/s2000/1994-Ballycarbery-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1482" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tCaSYWbi-Ftwfvjx7Ix117qkr5zD8ikKvBhJi-Ll4moI6rR4W6hYot_kHTsGxSl83UqmhZNv2gV517HUUZ6jTndwGUcuxWYYUppFUmJcykcGEWBFedrD4ytTooAlJZa8y7XR1s3c_a30Y1ChmYDzNnp3P8dmTDwmOqmaX3PBOdf4pyodz-I89imsYQ/w296-h400/1994-Ballycarbery-03.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The <i>Ballycarbery</i> paintings, which were the brightest (predominantly yellows, greens and pinks) works in the series and all completed in early 1994 before the touring exhibition began. Although St John's was the first to offer me a show, the touring began in Siamsa Tire, Tralee, who also wanted the exhibition at a slightly earlier date.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXkdKUHCSNvRBFfuh2VMSC1wiVuytOf7KGynKkygAKYso2FHJGsaKsT06Q5xzdfOSxLXWDrQATeoU5uek_-hOw0iSygHoHhoP90wsFqKBV4Kd08RbGL-AiiyzkzDT7Ss1qrnTVbRpkrcNLljVjtjtwXPggI0_pd3JNLLTshJRgehQuugx4z_iuy7GKzQ/s2000/1994-Ballycarbery-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1476" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXkdKUHCSNvRBFfuh2VMSC1wiVuytOf7KGynKkygAKYso2FHJGsaKsT06Q5xzdfOSxLXWDrQATeoU5uek_-hOw0iSygHoHhoP90wsFqKBV4Kd08RbGL-AiiyzkzDT7Ss1qrnTVbRpkrcNLljVjtjtwXPggI0_pd3JNLLTshJRgehQuugx4z_iuy7GKzQ/w295-h400/1994-Ballycarbery-04.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Ballycarbery Castle had a great many intact windows to choose from and I enjoyed drawing them. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgintFW8ccjhixwlXiY8_jy66DulGglSZO98uyvuMJG1ivc_6ewuKCa2DyHW-sKR7zZ6z35XYHjuvgJQ6KX2yvBXAxXpqAoF1g8aDo8j32CGHjT329TJk_ykxkXgOdSpYS-HbdtH2rlu2SxHosmw6KtquHDjr3UJwXar6uq1yVe08w8ysivGDnI4n3xLA/s2000/1994-Ballycarbery-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1588" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgintFW8ccjhixwlXiY8_jy66DulGglSZO98uyvuMJG1ivc_6ewuKCa2DyHW-sKR7zZ6z35XYHjuvgJQ6KX2yvBXAxXpqAoF1g8aDo8j32CGHjT329TJk_ykxkXgOdSpYS-HbdtH2rlu2SxHosmw6KtquHDjr3UJwXar6uq1yVe08w8ysivGDnI4n3xLA/w318-h400/1994-Ballycarbery-05.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><div><br /></div>All of these sketches are acrylic on paper and 76 cm x 56 cm.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6m97d11CES82INAVc59NllLYGo5CXCdwl-E1mEVKKM1CpBRVKeBKM3DQT0RxWtJZZ9tMYqzihJSwUk0QgOKw_z3adM77xtvuZiD9Pu9q-uNK-3z_trm8N-e-n4ux9ZEGt4-Ds4YmYyBaGK1t_IOsPAfbK1VH2dIF7yl2viXvOXdEHgpTkL6MyFg2etQ/s2000/1994-Ballycarbery-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1472" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6m97d11CES82INAVc59NllLYGo5CXCdwl-E1mEVKKM1CpBRVKeBKM3DQT0RxWtJZZ9tMYqzihJSwUk0QgOKw_z3adM77xtvuZiD9Pu9q-uNK-3z_trm8N-e-n4ux9ZEGt4-Ds4YmYyBaGK1t_IOsPAfbK1VH2dIF7yl2viXvOXdEHgpTkL6MyFg2etQ/w295-h400/1994-Ballycarbery-06.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><div><br /></div>When I moved to rural Kerry, I thought the phenomenon of drying peat hanging out of ruined outbuilding windows was most interesting. Surprisingly, I never took this concept further than sketches and photographs, especially as I moved to a house near Portmagee in 1995 and my husband stacked peat in ruined windows of our own abandoned outbuildings! As with previous window ruin drawings, this is acrylic on paper, 76 cm x 56 cm.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7Ouy5lLwzjG58bUsu2_u5uz88PckuQI555I8Dv27WKEiwuG3WcOfO6z7HtLk6e4tjQjC7qysSqDysRKFVsF8gE1OHSaV4CAjNYHeLgJh2Rm2z6KzdRrgtsoBVvew8WF4YekNbAIfxzMhr4Nuh2qCPOx2fqYKTY2EYVf15WSPGnURmjrYHYSq47ReCw/s2000/1994-peat-window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1465" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7Ouy5lLwzjG58bUsu2_u5uz88PckuQI555I8Dv27WKEiwuG3WcOfO6z7HtLk6e4tjQjC7qysSqDysRKFVsF8gE1OHSaV4CAjNYHeLgJh2Rm2z6KzdRrgtsoBVvew8WF4YekNbAIfxzMhr4Nuh2qCPOx2fqYKTY2EYVf15WSPGnURmjrYHYSq47ReCw/w293-h400/1994-peat-window.jpg" width="293" /></a></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-66014905176242891282023-03-29T11:19:00.000+01:002023-03-29T11:19:13.786+01:00"Lost" - beginning new work<p>Although the sorting through and purging from the archive of rooftop portfolios and rolls has taken up a lot of my time these past few months, I have also been busy with some new work. In the autumn I received the delightful news that I would receive an Agility Award from The Arts Council/An Chomairle Ealion for my proposal of a new print series <i>Lost</i>. As often happens with new work, I certainly had moments of confusion and despair as nothing seemed to be working the way I imagined. I finally had my breakthrough moment in early February when everything worked as planned and I knew for certain that indeed I had chosen the right medium (contact monoprints) from which to create this new body of work. All of the works are the same size, 12.5 cm x 18.5 cm (or 18.5 cm x 12.5 cm if they are vertical images), printed on Japanese mulberry paper, which is both strong and delicate. The pictures are about memory and refer to lost moments, lost country, lost time, etc. I decided I wanted the titles to give a bit more information about the story behind the image, at least as a starting point.</p><p><i><b>Even on a rainy day, the bus might be on time</b></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcYfc8gR9UNGfyGl1wM75b2IfaZZ7IPya5QYjIk4ll6jYboPI7uSJifqHD8AArTOvdnI2AkADWgWqLe_vLGBew9G9Z0xoNlhv7NNpSeSLjKrf-5wc-6d0penI37OVMlmKWFLOhZ_ddP27QaIa83MRWjAa_2j91wRWxYyjuvR2r_pXyduyEiP52bKaoQ/s2000/01-bus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1452" data-original-width="2000" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTcYfc8gR9UNGfyGl1wM75b2IfaZZ7IPya5QYjIk4ll6jYboPI7uSJifqHD8AArTOvdnI2AkADWgWqLe_vLGBew9G9Z0xoNlhv7NNpSeSLjKrf-5wc-6d0penI37OVMlmKWFLOhZ_ddP27QaIa83MRWjAa_2j91wRWxYyjuvR2r_pXyduyEiP52bKaoQ/w400-h290/01-bus.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>When I was a teen, I went on an amazing government-sponsored youth project, Educanada, which brought teens from all over the country to the capital to learn a bit more about their own country so there were day trips to Montreal, Quebec City, Upper Canada Village near Kingston, as well as local Ottawa tours of the Parliament Buildings, Rideau Hall (Governor General's home), national police headquarters, National Art Gallery, Museum of Civilization, etc. It was great! The thing that really stood out for me, though, was seeing the log booms floating in the Ottawa River past Parliament Hill. It has been many decades since the industry has transported timber this way, hence my inclusion of this image in my <i>Lost</i> series.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Log booms used to float down the Ottawa River past Parliament Hill</b></i></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3kHBMH2NOtqM9iBzCwP5M4dlmo0JTfFPmCujj8eRJaLu7_OKhJaqHVeZhihR4u6GZdqjgWW6xCne7EoZpBUk4wxIZXI7_D-3B1SpJ3XmO8jSJUgChIUIeC4cgPbrkEhxS8YDMCKrhvNXbh6u-QdlboDV_5da6wOv15wI0i-0W7QIcX_FBZoVOVQ8fQ/s2000/02-Ottawa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1473" data-original-width="2000" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3kHBMH2NOtqM9iBzCwP5M4dlmo0JTfFPmCujj8eRJaLu7_OKhJaqHVeZhihR4u6GZdqjgWW6xCne7EoZpBUk4wxIZXI7_D-3B1SpJ3XmO8jSJUgChIUIeC4cgPbrkEhxS8YDMCKrhvNXbh6u-QdlboDV_5da6wOv15wI0i-0W7QIcX_FBZoVOVQ8fQ/w400-h295/02-Ottawa.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This image portrays a memory of my childhood playing with my little brother in the backyard of the house in Toronto’s east end. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><i>We used to play cowboy games in the back yard</i></b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBnMiqbHW-vPhE8V6wfpx7MJwWWQrv5ikAqSlxMYJTLi1wy2zXZj5963GRu8RCHIbDTkm1CaO5lmwYiuu13b4kM5LgdmQzIcm3Nmp0_f5PAavu3h_Xg2xXkCfOVAKRe3GbvvtRMqbrP903cIsUtQYgj2oLwyG-yiRpgewRXELHqNv00YSV8dBMGN4Ng/s2000/03-backyard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1485" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBnMiqbHW-vPhE8V6wfpx7MJwWWQrv5ikAqSlxMYJTLi1wy2zXZj5963GRu8RCHIbDTkm1CaO5lmwYiuu13b4kM5LgdmQzIcm3Nmp0_f5PAavu3h_Xg2xXkCfOVAKRe3GbvvtRMqbrP903cIsUtQYgj2oLwyG-yiRpgewRXELHqNv00YSV8dBMGN4Ng/w298-h400/03-backyard.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On my first visit to NYC (back in the mists of time when I was at art school in Toronto) one of my friends, who shared a hotel room with me, was dramatising a teenager on the phone and giving me an art history lesson at the same time; I vividly remember that pop art was the topic so I decided to reference Roy Lichtenstein in my title. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><b>Well, Brad, let me tell you…</b></i></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7iPCqEhFgshpnYpz2jKf7sk9mMMJYuSwgtEcxPswEDZsnDBjeqKBThLKBkSIqiA3IC9bUsLMK10OA_uRUl7BmBiU6rT_L_uftngLPq_BaWGS7xizd3E29MsAjDOcd639DhD7JD3VjBP6XnsoJAMVe3L45AUl-OoU26EWP_Xh1DEeE8DBimt-yAtg1hQ/s2000/04-Liz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1467" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7iPCqEhFgshpnYpz2jKf7sk9mMMJYuSwgtEcxPswEDZsnDBjeqKBThLKBkSIqiA3IC9bUsLMK10OA_uRUl7BmBiU6rT_L_uftngLPq_BaWGS7xizd3E29MsAjDOcd639DhD7JD3VjBP6XnsoJAMVe3L45AUl-OoU26EWP_Xh1DEeE8DBimt-yAtg1hQ/w294-h400/04-Liz.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I did not meet my grandparents till I was about 9 years old when my family won a St Patrick’s Day competition from a magazine-type tv show in Toronto (as a matter of fact, the show was called "Toronto Today"). The prize was to bring two people over from Ireland for a holiday if you were picked as having the best reason to do so -- 6 of my siblings had not seen their grandparents since they emigrated and 4 of us, Canadian-born, had never even met them -- so we had a pretty good reason to win! I remember before meeting them that summer that I had been incredibly jealous of my friends who had grandparents and especially those who had a grandparent living with them. So when I met my Oma and Opa my adoration was unconditional. Letters that I have from them attest to the fact that they felt the same way. When my grandmother died in 1980, one of my letters to her along with the goodbye card I made for my grandparents, after that first meeting 11 years beforehand, was found in her purse and returned to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Although we only met a few times, they loved me and I adored them</b></i></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPuKdz7TXTmXlMd69pjYJpo5GYCT5eDyf0jVQB_ilwzs-NLVt2wQRzGW5g6p5Vk1xIgTWkyxzvgbp7kkcduhcHax62SvA0wl4Tz1z5_hzKKUcJUWUdaf300dRdwrdAXM5kzw6KGpt8n-vaDfmg6FcFIw7EmYM0AsurdOLdJTSpROdkoQiNnypgsd98Q/s1800/05-grandparents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1315" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPuKdz7TXTmXlMd69pjYJpo5GYCT5eDyf0jVQB_ilwzs-NLVt2wQRzGW5g6p5Vk1xIgTWkyxzvgbp7kkcduhcHax62SvA0wl4Tz1z5_hzKKUcJUWUdaf300dRdwrdAXM5kzw6KGpt8n-vaDfmg6FcFIw7EmYM0AsurdOLdJTSpROdkoQiNnypgsd98Q/w293-h400/05-grandparents.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>I was born into a large immigrant family</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jrYuE5eVidzaUjGlE-QU0O0QD_MbXwi7MNLz28DeyhDElqyM1cMcn4xsm9JPo0OUKUsNtQdQkNCjRt9TTJO8cdONN1ed4VXtl8qgvCdAiXxc_KiVqEVKaEmIMRcVXB_N-3trhkiR6wmPguf85htP4ZCbNQaxzcw0oMpseIlf4UsnJ24cqWtfDQRqGw/s2000/06-family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1509" data-original-width="2000" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5jrYuE5eVidzaUjGlE-QU0O0QD_MbXwi7MNLz28DeyhDElqyM1cMcn4xsm9JPo0OUKUsNtQdQkNCjRt9TTJO8cdONN1ed4VXtl8qgvCdAiXxc_KiVqEVKaEmIMRcVXB_N-3trhkiR6wmPguf85htP4ZCbNQaxzcw0oMpseIlf4UsnJ24cqWtfDQRqGw/w400-h301/06-family.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-36703224266682068542023-03-22T11:04:00.000+00:002023-03-22T11:04:27.637+00:00Rooftop archive 9 - early 1990s<p>Yes, this rooftop archive is pretty big, but it has served a purpose to go through everything that was there taking measurements and photographing past work, and best of all PURGING work that I don't need hanging around to haunt me! I have recently blogged about the archive (installments 7 and 8) <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/03/rooftop-archive-8.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/02/rooftop-archive-7-solo-exhibition-in.html" target="_blank">here</a>. In installment 6 - <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/02/rooftop-archive-6-more-dreams.html " target="_blank">here</a> - I have also given links to all the previous installments.</p><div>As this piece is undated, I am relying on memory and circumstances to suggest that it was either from 1989 or 1990. It was created after my first solo exhibition in Dublin while I was living with my parents in Bray. It is of course based on dream imagery except for the crazy complicated lightning bolts – lightning configurations that I actually saw during a storm in Ontario in the 1980s! This untitled work hung on my Mum’s bedroom wall (which had been my room when I lived there) for many years and was returned to me after her death in 2016. This untitled, mixed media work is 157 cm x 150 cm.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp34gjyIDFaxS235bnFoHFW09v8VCJhl8aGBMheQx0KwzB1D4BS4Fe6TqCwPpl7XXEBmdZjIym6ySAAnb9ADEZoeMxFbDEv8Oe2zZfUwJeBFbnCF7Jvhnv37TPuIqt4-elBANv-icZY7F_vxUOShYzb8Bwvdjv4zgn-e_M56VNBc6AMHJTej6WTawcQw/s2000/00-storm.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1860" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp34gjyIDFaxS235bnFoHFW09v8VCJhl8aGBMheQx0KwzB1D4BS4Fe6TqCwPpl7XXEBmdZjIym6ySAAnb9ADEZoeMxFbDEv8Oe2zZfUwJeBFbnCF7Jvhnv37TPuIqt4-elBANv-icZY7F_vxUOShYzb8Bwvdjv4zgn-e_M56VNBc6AMHJTej6WTawcQw/w373-h400/00-storm.jpg" width="373" /></a></div><div><br /></div>In either the spring or summer of 1990, I returned to Toronto to be in a group show with nine other young artists. I created the sculptural element of a work to exhibit while I was in Ireland (a trellis table holding a house with a fimo figure dancing among stars who could be viewed through a bay window on the second floor of the house). Behind the sculptural element was this oilstick drawing, <i>Two Waterspouts</i>. Amazingly, I still had the huge roll of Strathmore paper my mentor professor (sculptor Hugh Leroy) gave me while an impoverished art student at York University, Toronto, some years before. I gessoed the paper before drawing the waterspouts, 107 cm x 63 cm. The sculptural element had live roses added to it for the exhibition; that part of the artwork was sold and I do not have any pictures of it! <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsss9itviXBWBT4qad6f2xMZztIWRL5tsnKV4vQzDu_xdR4RV3rhwfg8TtT1QdIjO4ObvKPY-X95Fx6zeE57x7loyQ055nZnqjR-4qQWWWguTrEPjWUMecdDulHUUD1NTnUjS68ttaiYdxD_t0Zv89XyeW0rqUnL6XQlJXkoxe3FvMZsXvQqYGLG1WuA/s2000/01-1990-Two_Waterspouts.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1174" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsss9itviXBWBT4qad6f2xMZztIWRL5tsnKV4vQzDu_xdR4RV3rhwfg8TtT1QdIjO4ObvKPY-X95Fx6zeE57x7loyQ055nZnqjR-4qQWWWguTrEPjWUMecdDulHUUD1NTnUjS68ttaiYdxD_t0Zv89XyeW0rqUnL6XQlJXkoxe3FvMZsXvQqYGLG1WuA/w235-h400/01-1990-Two_Waterspouts.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I was living in Toronto, perhaps in turmoil, when I drew this work on Oct 20 1991 (very specific date written on the back of the drawing!). <i>Tornado</i>, graphite on paper, 102 cm x 66 cm.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19wMSu5IyIx_dgtsjmKht89m9ewAPWIUfEUEMWbhFCmNC-PTVLTiD9CwmpdnitV-atS9cMXWtVR2aGbAaqM53AOHK5CSKumFQAyf7F88V7S9bM2l6VHzRGqqgTT7D8Ke2vXVMMatIMQSjkGgwtrRAeR6h3LNfsDUKM5QMNPKBG_XFbVPieetYt51ADw/s2000/02-1991-Tornado.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1298" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19wMSu5IyIx_dgtsjmKht89m9ewAPWIUfEUEMWbhFCmNC-PTVLTiD9CwmpdnitV-atS9cMXWtVR2aGbAaqM53AOHK5CSKumFQAyf7F88V7S9bM2l6VHzRGqqgTT7D8Ke2vXVMMatIMQSjkGgwtrRAeR6h3LNfsDUKM5QMNPKBG_XFbVPieetYt51ADw/w260-h400/02-1991-Tornado.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Two mediums I still enjoy a lot are combined in this drawing that I created while living in Toronto in the summer of 1992. <i>Foxglove</i>, oilstick & graphite on paper, 76 cm x 49 cm.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnRSca2EVDhm5nNQM8ywOKeX6NiiBt8gfvmXC1MxlbeazwE4YMxoIjmbcPEu1QekCIevHnFYRap_XTCx4Ey3yxseULji236sVlzXG6WaJqBkiaqsehJheAMndBpfiXXhzLYPsDPm0Xuw6HLoFL0bXNgWoD5nopAD1ReL844iXSBKq2a2ICotUCH12VQ/s2000/03-1992-Foxglove.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1265" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnRSca2EVDhm5nNQM8ywOKeX6NiiBt8gfvmXC1MxlbeazwE4YMxoIjmbcPEu1QekCIevHnFYRap_XTCx4Ey3yxseULji236sVlzXG6WaJqBkiaqsehJheAMndBpfiXXhzLYPsDPm0Xuw6HLoFL0bXNgWoD5nopAD1ReL844iXSBKq2a2ICotUCH12VQ/w253-h400/03-1992-Foxglove.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><div><br /></div> In the early 1990s I was quite obsessed with stonework and windows in both ecclesiastical and secular ruins around Ireland. I think this obsession started when I was on holiday here in 1992 and visited a friend who had moved to rural Kerry and ruins nearer to where my parents lived on the east coast as well as ruins in Clones, close to where one of my sisters was living at the time. I did large, loose sketches of a number of windows using monotones from acrylic black paint and I later used these sketches as research for a new body of paintings that I entitled <i>My Tower of Strength</i> (taken from the motto on my family coat-of-arms). These painted drawings are all untitled, acrylic on paper, 76 cm x 56 cm (or 56 cm x 76 cm), the specific ruins that they are based on can be found in Clones (a church ruin), </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVy1FSyrfpa0uaHg25fKV-7z2EfuzQfyAxWPBm9R0v6nz60gGMA1owu9uo8rdRoA5VaeqV-yRAUCjM2Dq6yZ3Xk1go5buEGlD6564USNkc-Y4G89QcPqYl4GbvCIjVXVkcCGl2xgCx4HybKif8eVUIRKCu7-3wunV5XT0ka1FqKgdz3CWSmCy3-ymX0g/s2000/04-1992-Clones.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1486" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVy1FSyrfpa0uaHg25fKV-7z2EfuzQfyAxWPBm9R0v6nz60gGMA1owu9uo8rdRoA5VaeqV-yRAUCjM2Dq6yZ3Xk1go5buEGlD6564USNkc-Y4G89QcPqYl4GbvCIjVXVkcCGl2xgCx4HybKif8eVUIRKCu7-3wunV5XT0ka1FqKgdz3CWSmCy3-ymX0g/w298-h400/04-1992-Clones.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Kerry (outer wall of Ballycarbery Castle)</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO22tJobu2euU4NAmqU6uTCsIRZ72PSxV2gjuv1lwUIStrruC7egaXbvAs4zVwlRztRi795XWlSm3xk3Zhanahn_zc4A8-wrsVDoD3Wl8bNV0PnX3XQ4fRAw65Db3CKHV7yLDzOKvcdeRfSli9iSwfVzbdm-D8lTNdS9oNoLx6XjDzsYCfTtraVlvOFg/s2000/05-1992-Kerry.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1477" data-original-width="2000" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO22tJobu2euU4NAmqU6uTCsIRZ72PSxV2gjuv1lwUIStrruC7egaXbvAs4zVwlRztRi795XWlSm3xk3Zhanahn_zc4A8-wrsVDoD3Wl8bNV0PnX3XQ4fRAw65Db3CKHV7yLDzOKvcdeRfSli9iSwfVzbdm-D8lTNdS9oNoLx6XjDzsYCfTtraVlvOFg/w400-h295/05-1992-Kerry.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and Wicklow (Killadreenan near Newcastle). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvk6pY5sqAJYWvqf7bMtxFZMwX5KkNehoVtK63pLOleEfwa7BmBe2-K29YINieo1FeBROgpxouaqjfq7FUfuCsgDVO1EA80TMxD1TqPC7sn6Z3JHvzb0akvwnX79G0HBWgWbG7o53zr_QuHS6L3R6WezlFLyBf7jVuNCnDxFKlkAk6SY74whVEewTPw/s2000/06-1992-Killadreenan.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1479" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQvk6pY5sqAJYWvqf7bMtxFZMwX5KkNehoVtK63pLOleEfwa7BmBe2-K29YINieo1FeBROgpxouaqjfq7FUfuCsgDVO1EA80TMxD1TqPC7sn6Z3JHvzb0akvwnX79G0HBWgWbG7o53zr_QuHS6L3R6WezlFLyBf7jVuNCnDxFKlkAk6SY74whVEewTPw/w296-h400/06-1992-Killadreenan.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It is only the stonework in the drawing of the church window at Clones that I recognise as making its way into a future painting. </div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-6669979941861553472023-03-15T10:19:00.000+00:002023-03-15T10:19:09.628+00:00Rooftop Archive 8<p>I'm returning now to the so-called "rooftop archives", that is the portfolios and rolls of work that I pulled from the roof in the last few months of 2022 in order to actually see what was there and hopefully do some purging! The purging was successful in that I destroyed a lot of things whose moment had definitely come and gone, including all the chalk pastel cut-outs and drawings that I did while on residency at The Tyrone Guthrie Centre at Annaghmakerrig during the spring of 1989. I talk about about my first solo exhibition in Dublin <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/02/rooftop-archive-7-solo-exhibition-in.html" target="_blank">here</a>, the main reason I was on art residency but since I had most of the work done for the show by then, I spent most of my time winding down and having fun. This link also gives all the other links to previous posts about the "rooftop archives" or simply do a search for them on this blog.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztG4XbTBA-Y36rlTwiWHB7KS58NVHiiR1kSwx05qbvac9VWSkahdel4L2n2R8wac_GhL7H_vStNJqQD9x-Wnn4mWLvDxLp5dAf-2sAuw4Qdk6NxUH9RkoRLDeLRLN5Zxe8fljQ9m5lQkLCabpBKvu6ai_UwHb-ioZZnd0XF2WMHdtnbMEBI-y9hjq9g/s2000/01-cutouts-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1599" data-original-width="2000" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztG4XbTBA-Y36rlTwiWHB7KS58NVHiiR1kSwx05qbvac9VWSkahdel4L2n2R8wac_GhL7H_vStNJqQD9x-Wnn4mWLvDxLp5dAf-2sAuw4Qdk6NxUH9RkoRLDeLRLN5Zxe8fljQ9m5lQkLCabpBKvu6ai_UwHb-ioZZnd0XF2WMHdtnbMEBI-y9hjq9g/s320/01-cutouts-01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I was surprised to find that I kept the irises as I had already thrown out tulips and roses at some other point! But dry pastel is very messy and I have no plans to ever install this work anywhere again, so it was easy enough to make a "trash" decision.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinifGHjypt7XNNaRljyI3jeF4SdtqlNtRs7pPyDTA0UnmQB31SsTde4d8pe3Wahdbof4c5Jn7Fu7oEoQS7FzcJYvmyFaPhE-d5vniOupFJcgo0cYOo0H7c4sEPkG29PKT12kcEUwV-lEfRh8pOkRllD__aEQdxIrZWLmRCGR8ryDyEbDyWHAZglwNG3A/s2000/02-cutouts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2000" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinifGHjypt7XNNaRljyI3jeF4SdtqlNtRs7pPyDTA0UnmQB31SsTde4d8pe3Wahdbof4c5Jn7Fu7oEoQS7FzcJYvmyFaPhE-d5vniOupFJcgo0cYOo0H7c4sEPkG29PKT12kcEUwV-lEfRh8pOkRllD__aEQdxIrZWLmRCGR8ryDyEbDyWHAZglwNG3A/s320/02-cutouts.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Though I like the drawings well enough, should I ever want to recreate the installation I would use paint rather than pastel.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4b4jaZ6rgZ9hXwJeqWcJ6RwBGDWsMKsNL7mLP_Wo64lNXYJltclqLhXp596PICIVDSMQb1u_X4JRNCznIV16W-icvPtMc5CL3nheUmJiz9KypEFK406ZDrOPypdx1Mb8XeRPFAcBXdgeRDUjQ65yYg0E0dlKOXR1Z4Ri8XJf8ROh_Qghq-jQcx2uBQ/s2000/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1321" data-original-width="2000" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4b4jaZ6rgZ9hXwJeqWcJ6RwBGDWsMKsNL7mLP_Wo64lNXYJltclqLhXp596PICIVDSMQb1u_X4JRNCznIV16W-icvPtMc5CL3nheUmJiz9KypEFK406ZDrOPypdx1Mb8XeRPFAcBXdgeRDUjQ65yYg0E0dlKOXR1Z4Ri8XJf8ROh_Qghq-jQcx2uBQ/s320/03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I loved working large and freely, but there was no reason for me to keep these works once a picture and measurements had been taken (the rectangular drawings are approximately 100cm x 150cm or 159cm x 100cm).</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQafGWKDQ5pArqtWKgR0kHw8pqyQTWkO5htUboP86j3Kpy4feMDz9a2xeXvHjOEytEw9Xr6tjhTqsVtaf6DF8dBfmdtmEIT-UN8XriBv9O45P3tnAAXSKsSQQ-tpjEzgCzIfAs4fYAyRF82nunq0zKPquZTDGfuLnwf4CrEMErxkqWbezueu4RbWJgCQ/s2000/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1332" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQafGWKDQ5pArqtWKgR0kHw8pqyQTWkO5htUboP86j3Kpy4feMDz9a2xeXvHjOEytEw9Xr6tjhTqsVtaf6DF8dBfmdtmEIT-UN8XriBv9O45P3tnAAXSKsSQQ-tpjEzgCzIfAs4fYAyRF82nunq0zKPquZTDGfuLnwf4CrEMErxkqWbezueu4RbWJgCQ/s320/04.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I had made friends with painter Pat Moran (who I blogged about <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2022/12/pat-moran.html" target="_blank">here</a>) while at Annaghmakerrig and he called my studio “the playroom” as each day for several weeks I did large pastel cut-outs of flowers, whales, dolphins, swans and stars and affixed them to the wall. My studio became a space where my dreams could be immersive. Here is the dream imagery on the walls of my studio at Annaghmakerrig.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9ke5ZU1eocmNpHEewkVH_ix5xbhNINDrbSEafTwwW83ZMqm31i5qhWqyplQU1Dmk58Bw3jkxNXtIjMscHQ4scjzZw6PREFBnxmGlm6zu8_QQQ3K66KwQF3pUqjhuuya0vZlOsHRN7LTWIlD_AeW1MEPDMu5EKAzb9iPZd4a4VHJvJ54Ulg2wZgORoQ/s2000/05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1428" data-original-width="2000" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA9ke5ZU1eocmNpHEewkVH_ix5xbhNINDrbSEafTwwW83ZMqm31i5qhWqyplQU1Dmk58Bw3jkxNXtIjMscHQ4scjzZw6PREFBnxmGlm6zu8_QQQ3K66KwQF3pUqjhuuya0vZlOsHRN7LTWIlD_AeW1MEPDMu5EKAzb9iPZd4a4VHJvJ54Ulg2wZgORoQ/s320/05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can't remember how I affixed things to the walls -- I don't remember having blue tack, but perhaps I did or else just use loops of masking tape. The size of the cutouts is apparent from the chair and the sink area alcove. The figure caught in the trellis is the same figure which appeared in a lot of work and I associate with myself and the sea (as she turns into a red-sailed boat in the original series of drawings, which I talk about <a href="https://lorrainewhelan.blogspot.com/2023/02/rooftop-archive-5-tidal-series.html" target="_blank">here</a>).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwOhypESdobcy0cHIWtaHW5tQCt382XeU9rJ7Wrly4rtJ4e1hVEPnva-NTGqgyfc4EcBfYy8QySD47oyDb9Vu-whi-5UFCTrQmdxOp-7489bF3X4hznplvtcs87OeBqeZ7yM7UX6Xi2zpsEMO8MR0Dc_9T73yQLENJmWBBBt5PUOFZUZ0tW41YL3YvQ/s2000/06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1356" data-original-width="2000" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimwOhypESdobcy0cHIWtaHW5tQCt382XeU9rJ7Wrly4rtJ4e1hVEPnva-NTGqgyfc4EcBfYy8QySD47oyDb9Vu-whi-5UFCTrQmdxOp-7489bF3X4hznplvtcs87OeBqeZ7yM7UX6Xi2zpsEMO8MR0Dc_9T73yQLENJmWBBBt5PUOFZUZ0tW41YL3YvQ/s320/06.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I also made some of the stars green in colour as a nod to American poet Wallace Stevens, whose poem <i>Our Stars Come From Ireland</i> was a poem that I had been obsessed with for a few years by this time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4fn6lU6-RCgzceuT7u34z1Zh6Sy1Gbpw-Rv_xTjY2aNub0nFzatiHV0ruquPYQ4yPXv4TuaIczKGVGro5ft5Cks_NQPuGwMcNSuRXoECeXHTauATqpdxJ90gsoDeCgevEzDGUQ80h4yJxFJv1lZYOR8PhAHHVyVuqL-3pKdephVT_bdVjo5Kiq0S2w/s2000/07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1318" data-original-width="2000" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4fn6lU6-RCgzceuT7u34z1Zh6Sy1Gbpw-Rv_xTjY2aNub0nFzatiHV0ruquPYQ4yPXv4TuaIczKGVGro5ft5Cks_NQPuGwMcNSuRXoECeXHTauATqpdxJ90gsoDeCgevEzDGUQ80h4yJxFJv1lZYOR8PhAHHVyVuqL-3pKdephVT_bdVjo5Kiq0S2w/s320/07.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>At the corner of the room I decided to affix another drawing, mixing land, water and air (flight) together in the same space. Sure the stars had already prepared the way...</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKHa1qR8KLW4Dwf8rfkuFmYu6ZUzXdE7ecalVd5gyaOXOcCGM_tx1WTPcHrIgiW7GrRsZ4pxKvpXtyQGV5Im845s43i5zw3BJ8sxYvDYpxJ4W_ieFHow3m8u3YRrSLa6Mtoax6TkMeGmmJ8TV4teaYMeqQe14TNYx3_u5puaxNcEixKQm9-1Iu2ibeA/s2000/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1437" data-original-width="2000" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKHa1qR8KLW4Dwf8rfkuFmYu6ZUzXdE7ecalVd5gyaOXOcCGM_tx1WTPcHrIgiW7GrRsZ4pxKvpXtyQGV5Im845s43i5zw3BJ8sxYvDYpxJ4W_ieFHow3m8u3YRrSLa6Mtoax6TkMeGmmJ8TV4teaYMeqQe14TNYx3_u5puaxNcEixKQm9-1Iu2ibeA/s320/08.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The final image in the studio is the rose rain area between the two windows. The next area leads to the start again: the drawing of the swan over the sea leading to the big cut-out swan flying over the flowers at the radiator.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP77o_OcQsk54bGHUy4gFwqhGCAotn3yZiMMmk4DMreRDUO4GIWLY3HgJZjMnJS8bcgSm9W7kLdJoP-nY1Fw0LQ3b5rOk4ksxSZ3jq8mvPz09Yl28QsRuNifSrPnypItXffx_4ZX0IsWgMaiK_zZrbh_WS0ahmaQmg4_P62hNnelW-915bjthosctNqw/s2000/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1465" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP77o_OcQsk54bGHUy4gFwqhGCAotn3yZiMMmk4DMreRDUO4GIWLY3HgJZjMnJS8bcgSm9W7kLdJoP-nY1Fw0LQ3b5rOk4ksxSZ3jq8mvPz09Yl28QsRuNifSrPnypItXffx_4ZX0IsWgMaiK_zZrbh_WS0ahmaQmg4_P62hNnelW-915bjthosctNqw/s320/09.jpg" width="234" /></a> </div></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-79800855718982915002023-03-08T08:49:00.000+00:002023-03-08T08:49:54.796+00:00Thyssen-Bornecizma Museum - Madrid<p>My first afternoon in Madrid was spent at the wonderful Thyssen-Bornecizma Museum. The collection was quite varied, spanning a few centuries. There was something intriguing about all the medieval religious paintings but I was more interested in the modern masters (incl deGoya, Bacon, Magritte, Matisse, Giacometti, O’Keeffe, etc). I was also taken by the paintings of some slightly lesser known masters and am including some of these images here.</p><p>I enjoyed the loose painting in this landscape by Maurice de Vlaminck.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmeaNfeDfLOCF2_bgg32vV85ADGPxFpn7gHxVYHlD5MeOZnGSiwJ4SR9BagzCoQTf-QSnfNuyzr1aX45btKq3oCmSn-XHw35b322UYZI_LxMxNt05XGkFVLbA7OWV6yC_g-GYTiydexW1vtUW5N6yG9yP6u7H_SdOjYBso0qNVwRGKrf6-EP1EJkilPA/s2000/TB1-Vlaminck.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1786" data-original-width="2000" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmeaNfeDfLOCF2_bgg32vV85ADGPxFpn7gHxVYHlD5MeOZnGSiwJ4SR9BagzCoQTf-QSnfNuyzr1aX45btKq3oCmSn-XHw35b322UYZI_LxMxNt05XGkFVLbA7OWV6yC_g-GYTiydexW1vtUW5N6yG9yP6u7H_SdOjYBso0qNVwRGKrf6-EP1EJkilPA/w400-h358/TB1-Vlaminck.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Likewise, there is a looseness of style in this streetscape painting by Erich Heckel. The urgency of the brush strokes show everything in motion such that the road flows like a river.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtA9MhAIsJ13eXGD3S_QKTeVEkce8EWPEGlXz4ds48mjduw-9pozgMx1J_Sa8e2hDIFuBdsMiiUF6CNLFqRd-8k_fMUzXW5wZnfy8XIRF5RtaZ7qammkxMDpJVHJk0fQc5HpsMpNh6ofqBjnANL815FdtsvyCgpnIvfDj7FFVs471Ds93tlAeu-Kc4A/s2000/TB2-Heckel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1826" data-original-width="2000" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtA9MhAIsJ13eXGD3S_QKTeVEkce8EWPEGlXz4ds48mjduw-9pozgMx1J_Sa8e2hDIFuBdsMiiUF6CNLFqRd-8k_fMUzXW5wZnfy8XIRF5RtaZ7qammkxMDpJVHJk0fQc5HpsMpNh6ofqBjnANL815FdtsvyCgpnIvfDj7FFVs471Ds93tlAeu-Kc4A/w400-h365/TB2-Heckel.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>It was brilliant to see the work of Lyonel Feininger again. I had first come across his work on an art school trip to New York but any image I saw of the work (specifically a painting of a ship floating on a seascape) did not do it justice. I remember buying a postcard of the work just as a reminder, but the card always seemed uninteresting and I could never explain to anyone who saw the card image that the real painting was magnificent.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vSjnAwKCXbGbxyb6MzYOKCxomPXO7xnPucYWIraWwzxINcTRwZVpC56Ald853vCNX9PXIGpJWcTqf2kV8sGQ_58BCUOpfBlYFYhXRXRQSeh3EDRbaoWL0488aIl5SOZiKyIA2MHs1jun4f2xf_E5ckaU6AhkdhyJIzqGHG8j5NLPsMDZwITjdIpd8A/s2000/TB3-Feininger.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1619" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6vSjnAwKCXbGbxyb6MzYOKCxomPXO7xnPucYWIraWwzxINcTRwZVpC56Ald853vCNX9PXIGpJWcTqf2kV8sGQ_58BCUOpfBlYFYhXRXRQSeh3EDRbaoWL0488aIl5SOZiKyIA2MHs1jun4f2xf_E5ckaU6AhkdhyJIzqGHG8j5NLPsMDZwITjdIpd8A/w324-h400/TB3-Feininger.jpg" width="324" /></a></div><div><br /></div>What I especially liked about the Natalia Goncharowa painting was the use of blue outlines to define both people and trees. When I was in art school, in Toronto in the early 1980s, I attended a talk given by a representative from Parsons School of Design in NYC. In the prospectus for the upcoming year there were images of some student work and one of these images was a gorgeous life painting where the student had used a blue colour to define the figures and all shadow areas. The colour was bright and full of light and I thought it was both an effective and an anti-intuitive way to portray shadow. From that point on I had decided for myself to use light purply-blue in shadows rather than any other colour. But of course, this is also something that Matisse did in his paintings too!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGSQocJePz7NqXtvEjPCcmbko6Lz9ZLjCExU6xlF8g2dBvEl_LVmQoOoOgvme6smFqPdsGWzm_2nBgruvS7P1j3BCM7O9DRxu9Q5CEmST9v2KlZTX3xSyWx1VmboFBrdnoIFjd3Tyb3tXAoERSpebUEmc5Nqu4HoXWKVRG4Dm-v0D6sS6lwOpDxAoMA/s1638/TB4-Goncharowa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1638" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGSQocJePz7NqXtvEjPCcmbko6Lz9ZLjCExU6xlF8g2dBvEl_LVmQoOoOgvme6smFqPdsGWzm_2nBgruvS7P1j3BCM7O9DRxu9Q5CEmST9v2KlZTX3xSyWx1VmboFBrdnoIFjd3Tyb3tXAoERSpebUEmc5Nqu4HoXWKVRG4Dm-v0D6sS6lwOpDxAoMA/w366-h400/TB4-Goncharowa.jpg" width="366" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I am more familiar with the German expressionist figure paintings of Ernst Ludwig Kirchner so it was delightful to see a landscape.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZXQ5PytnbUMKZHxZd7UYz2gbpGm34IMuFd_hPM-xwJfJSHpMFCttt4Iy_VtIr9we-uE-ow4LqY4ymVBabKHMEeYUUFQ-4fEdjNxg1VO4ylQ2HliaQFU7R6giZZTzFsE92LIyEI8XjqqpcE7u-CFWyVRLBV2TmizAmX5VB8eFeACoB3Sg9vTIPe6ybw/s2000/TB5-Kirchner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1719" data-original-width="2000" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeZXQ5PytnbUMKZHxZd7UYz2gbpGm34IMuFd_hPM-xwJfJSHpMFCttt4Iy_VtIr9we-uE-ow4LqY4ymVBabKHMEeYUUFQ-4fEdjNxg1VO4ylQ2HliaQFU7R6giZZTzFsE92LIyEI8XjqqpcE7u-CFWyVRLBV2TmizAmX5VB8eFeACoB3Sg9vTIPe6ybw/w400-h344/TB5-Kirchner.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I am almost sure that Emil Nolde thought he was simply portraying a brilliant sunrise or sunset sky without a thought for how vibrantly abstract this painting is! </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOCsB1EgpUdW-rTliywc07NujcZQ44ag8URaHdvf7GkY-0Bi8eYy4C7D6RSWK75CVhmvPzmM9FEy7FLjtj-ObL_EliBSpXTzZzgqh1RINAE_6bv6g8CN_BdKacAhLyKi0b8mtFshB6nSyf2IRatEv1Iuc9cfoCB1hkgAPFiNfRNRBeQTAKXYJsBOEBQ/s2000/TB6-Nolde.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1582" data-original-width="2000" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOCsB1EgpUdW-rTliywc07NujcZQ44ag8URaHdvf7GkY-0Bi8eYy4C7D6RSWK75CVhmvPzmM9FEy7FLjtj-ObL_EliBSpXTzZzgqh1RINAE_6bv6g8CN_BdKacAhLyKi0b8mtFshB6nSyf2IRatEv1Iuc9cfoCB1hkgAPFiNfRNRBeQTAKXYJsBOEBQ/w400-h316/TB6-Nolde.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I have recently read Ben Shahn's <u>The Shape of Content</u> so I was glad to see his work in the flesh. In the book, which is a transcription of his 1956-57 Norton Lectures, he talks about the relationship of the artist to both his craft and his wider community so it was good to see that his visual work reflects this.</div></div><br /><div><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBp2DigfvKbyCIiLJZSQBaFGCGZ9hnmi8aAajAx3qTjOKe7AHsPTuD9WbbCMChlQbxQObkbfW66acSvE23r5SsrkGqqNyLEN3bq6zgp6PIUmHqkMuuImuC_eaUGAQSpIld7FV4L9CGWhxZ2glG1d8YS1zGO9C5hlUlbXBqGitHZv-onAV7wyOve123A/s2000/TB7-Shahn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1449" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBp2DigfvKbyCIiLJZSQBaFGCGZ9hnmi8aAajAx3qTjOKe7AHsPTuD9WbbCMChlQbxQObkbfW66acSvE23r5SsrkGqqNyLEN3bq6zgp6PIUmHqkMuuImuC_eaUGAQSpIld7FV4L9CGWhxZ2glG1d8YS1zGO9C5hlUlbXBqGitHZv-onAV7wyOve123A/w290-h400/TB7-Shahn.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866100624063352654.post-79021512784689726022023-03-01T10:16:00.000+00:002023-03-01T10:16:07.186+00:00Madrid!<p>I was in Madrid for a few days last week and discovered for myself that, as well as having an incredible array of art museums (the <span style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thyssen-Bornemisza. </span></span>Prado and Reina Sofia were the ones I visited) the city iself was magnificent! We stayed centrally in a little apartment overlooking the Plaza Santa Ana.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb43P5t8aYQNWrHs-2ZGyeGR2w_oIECAuWhSazo4xu7d0tru6OfB4dx_QfQ4VUF39kGPesioaGo3z3sxnlx8bC6wZXR82GmQa4Rw-8HMAjCbgSbR0Rtq-9pBnrJpcYK5h1-Y5fj0iVcX-TvFHGGvVTsvRtITBdWJohYS_Ul6dfrsp8yPorImTZ17I97Q/s2000/Madrid-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb43P5t8aYQNWrHs-2ZGyeGR2w_oIECAuWhSazo4xu7d0tru6OfB4dx_QfQ4VUF39kGPesioaGo3z3sxnlx8bC6wZXR82GmQa4Rw-8HMAjCbgSbR0Rtq-9pBnrJpcYK5h1-Y5fj0iVcX-TvFHGGvVTsvRtITBdWJohYS_Ul6dfrsp8yPorImTZ17I97Q/w300-h400/Madrid-01.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Make sure to wear comfortable walking shoes if you go there, as the streets are all cobbled (which is hard on the feet!) but the best way to see the city is by walking around.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44plB8An1mwAxbP1TNqoMEqpXB3E8TNGSFcieBsQXCfhf2Fy295KXTbmWEpT7P4nyB608sSOa5a3wtg0MQtnlpi1D_4vlaCVj7z2UdZ1nchurSOl6hzo7ggPSAchGLS-auoiysono6ZOpUnKTluz7yK4a_0txNNEvifpmPayJuDynr9IGgar9u2jyrA/s2000/Madrid-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44plB8An1mwAxbP1TNqoMEqpXB3E8TNGSFcieBsQXCfhf2Fy295KXTbmWEpT7P4nyB608sSOa5a3wtg0MQtnlpi1D_4vlaCVj7z2UdZ1nchurSOl6hzo7ggPSAchGLS-auoiysono6ZOpUnKTluz7yK4a_0txNNEvifpmPayJuDynr9IGgar9u2jyrA/w400-h300/Madrid-02.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I was intrigued by the charioteer and horses on the roof of one of the buildings, so had to zoom in with my phone camera.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXVmjBVCc4tZKE6dVVb62ayxUE3fj8mQ4C6_uu9sKxgJNYurh75bKSwlbEV1kpdtQ1j_329uCkUzEpuw1wMW1k62Lx9h2U5wwpTnfGFBLt87e4S1_E2ZClSx4-JMbrdSvd91ZgchTaL12BVheSveqZ5jBAvMMuMoHCP2AGhsUcoRkynIB1Ngne9MlRQ/s2000/Madrid-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1511" data-original-width="2000" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXVmjBVCc4tZKE6dVVb62ayxUE3fj8mQ4C6_uu9sKxgJNYurh75bKSwlbEV1kpdtQ1j_329uCkUzEpuw1wMW1k62Lx9h2U5wwpTnfGFBLt87e4S1_E2ZClSx4-JMbrdSvd91ZgchTaL12BVheSveqZ5jBAvMMuMoHCP2AGhsUcoRkynIB1Ngne9MlRQ/w400-h303/Madrid-03.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>On another day's perambulation, I came across the chariot again from a different direction.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihwwCl50D478p2c8a9dhClSoETb9CvbTciiiwRQB0rsp3kmFJ9MqxWsRkAcHfJVBeNWCJvLZOd0QhkOVzElfhRr7WBdvXJmJgRvyD5hDngk_Dp_chQ_hbhyqNeF2eBCDojTlXsLazV8wPFmAko8-FxSjKrnpcSVb0spdKnMUqodBafqKtqwQU06HtJQ/s2000/Madrid-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihwwCl50D478p2c8a9dhClSoETb9CvbTciiiwRQB0rsp3kmFJ9MqxWsRkAcHfJVBeNWCJvLZOd0QhkOVzElfhRr7WBdvXJmJgRvyD5hDngk_Dp_chQ_hbhyqNeF2eBCDojTlXsLazV8wPFmAko8-FxSjKrnpcSVb0spdKnMUqodBafqKtqwQU06HtJQ/w300-h400/Madrid-04.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I'm not sure what Romulus and Remus have to do with Madrid, but sure enough they're there being suckled by the she-wolf on top of a wedding-cake type building.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9Sl2hqPMr9oZnLGPjoo6lCQ2oBN34w11cBV73RwGc_Fr7KSb_iKakVcovQwyjhOXggITcGP28TSwqoetXjtXav1whRA5r1qsCLMea845LNW5ynGy0Sk-bPy4nhWxJ2oprZYvtapcYnvGoNpgdYPA_tkuq-VcDFWIovmPWK3lUxAhh_8o4bEz8gSlOw/s2000/Madrid-05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9Sl2hqPMr9oZnLGPjoo6lCQ2oBN34w11cBV73RwGc_Fr7KSb_iKakVcovQwyjhOXggITcGP28TSwqoetXjtXav1whRA5r1qsCLMea845LNW5ynGy0Sk-bPy4nhWxJ2oprZYvtapcYnvGoNpgdYPA_tkuq-VcDFWIovmPWK3lUxAhh_8o4bEz8gSlOw/w400-h300/Madrid-05.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>There was lots of construction around Puerto del Sol so I never got a photo of the bear and berries sculpture there that is a symbol of Madrid. I preferred this mural of stacked bears that I saw on another day anyway. There is so much to see and do there that four days can't possibly be enough (and it isn't!) so I know I'll be back, hopefully sooner rather than later.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvalVZJEj9-Tr71tRU_g4T4qsz4SI6Xfuf2isZIXX974HFcDu3CX_IdKuUT2IptXXkdiUXGhauaqX8xpxm_nRXqdTxgpxMJ13ghWsQ3B7cUD15BcqIIkqZ8Pvtud3pLgZhftOkHv6AqxyLOkOvTwPNb9KCRZrAaHX_ZxlLmtmdqfx6oOQFy59iq0mhA/s2000/Madrid-06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvalVZJEj9-Tr71tRU_g4T4qsz4SI6Xfuf2isZIXX974HFcDu3CX_IdKuUT2IptXXkdiUXGhauaqX8xpxm_nRXqdTxgpxMJ13ghWsQ3B7cUD15BcqIIkqZ8Pvtud3pLgZhftOkHv6AqxyLOkOvTwPNb9KCRZrAaHX_ZxlLmtmdqfx6oOQFy59iq0mhA/w300-h400/Madrid-06.jpg" width="300" /></a></div></div>Lorraine Whelanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16526297216997538134noreply@blogger.com0