Of course, it’s still cold and wet in Dublin … and the wind is fierce … But still … And any excuse to play this is welcome … Or read this … A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On […]
For me, though, I will always be drawn to the National Gallery to see The Holy Well, Orpen’s scathing repudiation of a romanticised view of western Ireland and Celticism as ‘pure’ and ‘authentic’ (a notion that was very en vogue at the time; see William Butler Yeats).
We’re coming into St. Patrick’s Week, so things are probably going to get a bit shamrocky here at Reading Ireland Month. In the meantime, here are a few highlights from Week Two: Check out all the Begorrathon posts here.
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