Tribes


A family is a tribe, after all, with its own customs, culture, and – crucially for this play – way of communicating.

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Windy Writing


I haven’t been blogging much recently because I’ve been trying to stay away from the Internet and do some serious writing. Not that the Internet isn’t home to some serious writing … of course it is. It’s just also home to nonsense like this and this and this, all of which are ludicrously addictive. But […]

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Begorrathon 2017: The Wounded Poacher


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The Wounded Poacher by Henry Jones Thaddeus. National Gallery of Ireland

Henry Jones Thaddeus (1859 – 1929) was an Irish realist painter who studied at the School of Art in Cork, a place he later described as:

A ramshackle, tumble-down building, with a pathetic notice at the head of its staircase imploring students not to jump or run down in a body, as the steps would give way; such was the Cork School of Art, when as a boy of ten, in the year of grace 1870, I crossed its well-worn threshold and was initiated into the mysteries of elementary art.

Thaddeus studied further in Paris and later travelled throughout Europe and North Africa, mixing with fellow artists and member of the aristocracy.

He was elected to the Royal Hibernian Academy in 1901

The Wounded Poacher was painted in 1881

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