Apr 19 2015

Step by step- W B Yeats

A step by step of my preparitory drawing of WB Yeats, along with the final scraperboard drawing. The scraperboard is currently on display at…..
Dublin Painting and Sketching Club
137th Annual Exhibition
The Concourse Gallery
Dun Laoghaire Rathdown County Hall
13th April – 26th April 2015
280 paintings exhibited by 80 artists
including a unique display of almost 50 paintings
inspired by the life and work of W.B.Yeats
to mark the 150th anniversary of his birth

Mar 24 2015

Chapter Headings-1

One of a series of Chapter Headings I did for a book.

Mar 14 2015

The Irish Georgian Society- W B Yeats

The Irish Georgian Society is delighted to play host to St. Patrick’s Festival’s I Love My City cultural programme. The Dublin Painting and Sketching Club with The Irish Writers Centre will present an exhibition of paintings inspired by the poetry of W.B Yeats. Poetry recitals, short readings on Yeats and musical settings of his poems by harpist Claire Roche celebrate the work of one of Ireland’s greatest literary icons, in the beautiful Georgian surrounds of City Assembly House.

Exhibition Opening Hours:
Saturday 14th, Monday 16th & Tuesday 17th March: 10am – 5pm
Sunday 15th March: 10am – 1pm

Poetry Readings & Harp Recital with Clare Roche: Sunday 15th March at 3pm. Tickets €5 from www.irishwriterscentre.ie.
Informal Poetry Readings: Monday 16th & Tuesday 17th March from 2.30pm. Free events, no ticket required.

Jan 28 2015

W B Yeats

The finished scraperboard, worked up from the charcoal drawing I posted earlier.

Jan 9 2015

WB Yeats

A preliminary drawing for something I’m working on. Charcoal and pastel on tinted paper
WB Yeats
The Stare’s Nest by My Window
The bees build in the crevices
Of loosening masonry, and there
The mother birds bring grubs and flies.
My wall is loosening; honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
We are closed in, and the key is turned
On our uncertainty; somewhere
A man is killed, or a house burned.
Yet no clear fact to be discerned:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
A barricade of stone or of wood;
Some fourteen days of civil war:
Last night they trundled down the road
That dead young soldier in his blood:
Come build in the empty house of the stare.
We had fed the heart on fantasies,
The heart’s grown brutal from the fare,
More substance in our enmities
Than in our love; O honey-bees,
Come build in the empty house of the stare.