Yesterday after a long slow start, the foggy mist dissolved to allow the sun shine through. it was like a real spring day, allowing me to enjoy a walk, plenty of chatter, hugs and even a birthday kiss. Boy, does that do an old girl’s heart good.
I even celebrated with coffee and a slice of chocolate cake before I headed up the hill and homeward.
The setting sun was actually visible on my horizon for the first time this year. I unlocked the back door to capture the moment.
Quickly transferring my efforts to the laptop via a card reader, an unusual pop-up appeared just above the clock on my desktop informing me there were six photos and immediately deleting……. the pop up disappeared!
I searched my folder for them, but alas they were gone. I replaced the card in my camera and switched it on to find the card was empty.
It was only before shutting up shop for the night, that I discovered a folder on my desktop, dated 10-03-2014 and it contained the photos.
Then I found another conundrum. the photos were much smaller than usual. Grrrr!
Below are the best of the six:
Now to find out what has happened to my camera settings. Is there a mouse in my house playing games with me?
Long time regular readers will recall my series of weekly sculpture posts. I love sculpture and enjoy researching the results of the pieces I find on my walks and journeys through the year. For new readers, you may find these posts in the category drop down over in the sidebar, under Sculpture.
On Thursday last, I had a comment from Brian Connolly, a sculptor, whose work I have featured several times. His comment this time was addressed to Alice at My Wintersong, in relation to his piece The Healing Tree.
The Healing Tree
The Healing Tree.
That would look super in my garden. What do you s’pose they’d take for it? All kidding aside, art that makes you think about it and remember it has already accomplished. Who cares about utility.
Alice I know you commented a long time ago, but your instinct is very close to the reality of the artwork’s development! The original idea was for a private garden and I had proposed to cast the family around a tree. The idea was too radical for the father and I did not get the commission at that time!…. but it did lead to this artwork for the Antrim Area Hospital!
Perhaps it is a timely reminder to lift the lid on the topic Sculpture once more. I like to take the photos myself, even though they may not be of as high a standard as Barbara, my niece at Day One or Ed Mooney at EdMooneyPhotography.
I do have two pieces in my camera, both taken on my last visit to Dublin at the beginning of February. My brother took me out for coffee to Kildare on a dreary dull day. The torrential rain obliged only long enough for me to take a few photos.
It has been a dark & miserable winter and I long for better weather and permission to get behind the wheel again to sally forth on my voyages of discovery.
A shell in a shell
Once it was a decoration on the wall of a lounge bar.
No. not that kinda blue, silly!
After weeks of looking out at grey heavy rain sodden skies, to day I see the light.
The storm last night blew away the gloom and it might be 2°C but we have BLUE!
I found the blue!
The hill in the distance is wearing an icing sugar coat.
Con Houlihan ~ Bronze
Sculptor ~ Unknown to me.
Con Houlihan was one of Ireland’s premier sportswriters. He was often described as ‘writer, journalist, philosopher, raconteur, Gaelic scholar and gentleman, he entertained his readers with some fantastic writing.
Con looks like a man with a thirst!
This sculpture was erected in the vestibule of The Bank Bar & Restaurant on College Green, in Dublin.
Bank Bar & Restaurant
In a brief eulogy at the end of the funeral service, Ray Hennessy, a friend of the journalist, described Con Houlihan (1925 – 2012) as:
A sculptor of language” who was “sensitive, compassionate, humourous, sometimes extremely funny, courteous, with perfect manners.”
He recalled a comment he made when unable to locate a book of poetry by Gerald Manley Hopkins after a cleaning lady had done her work, “you know, if that woman worked in Trinity College she’d throw out the Book of Kells”.
On another occasion, when Kerry unexpectedly beat Dublin in football he was asked how his friend Harriet, a dedicated Dublin supporter, was taking it, “Con replied ‘House private. No flowers’.”
There was no signature or sculptor’s name on the work and I have been unsuccessful in my search for further information.
The Onion Seller
The Onion Seller ~ Bronze
Sculptor ~ Séamus Murphy (1907-1975)
This is a monument to the women dealers in the Coal Quay, Cork City Open Market.
It was erected on February 27th 1986 and unveiled on February 28th 1986 by the Lord Mayor, Alderman Dan Wallace TD as a gift to the City of Cork to commemorate Cork 800 by Sunbeam Wolsey PLC.
Séamus Murphy was born at Greenhill, Burnfort, Mallow, Co Cork.
The Echo Boy
The Echo Boy ~ Bronze
Sculptor ~ Barry Moloney
This memorial is for the Echo Boys.
Poor and often homeless children who sold the newspaper The Evening Echo & on the streets in Cork City.
Evening Echo newspapers for sale
Barry Moloney (1935 – 1992) was principal of the Crawford School of Art. Unfortunately, I had little success in finding information about Barry Moloney.
Plaque on the wall behind the Echo Boy.
“The Echo Boy”
150 years of
The Cork Examiner
And 100 years of the
The sculpture was
Unveiled 8 December 1991 by
Councillor Denis (Dino) Cregan
Lord Mayor of Cork
Relocated from Cook Street to
Saint Patrick’s Street 2004
Today, like all the best Supermarkets I offer two for the price of one!
Theobald Wolfe Tone
Theobald Wolfe Tone ~ Bronze
Sculptor ~ Edward Delaney
As you approach St Stephen’s Green from the North East Corner A large sculpture of Theobald Wolfe Tone (1763 – 1798) stands guard today. Commonly known as Wolfe Tone, he was one of the founding members of the United Irishmen and is regarded as the father of Irish republicanism.
Cyclists resting at the feet of the father of Irish republicanism. I wonder what they are scheming?
When you walk round the stone pillars the other side tells a very different story:
Hungry Heart Famine memorial
Hungry Heart Famine memorial ~ Bronze
Sculptor ~Edward Delaney
Hungry Heart: Edward Delaney‘s “Famine Memorial”
The two parts are all one sculpture and you can read more about them in this obituary for Edward Delaney from The Guardian in 2009
This eight-minute video on Dublin, Ireland’s St. Stephen’s Green and sculptor Edward Delaney’s “Famine Memorial” (1967) gives more information.
Back on August I featured the work of Edward Delaney, with his piece Four Angels.