tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82295535001853671302024-03-05T15:50:41.343+00:00Patricia Kavanagh Visual ArtistI am a visual artist, painting nature in a naturalistic style using oils as my preferred medium. My work is inspired by the wild and wonderful landscapes and seascapes which surround me in the West of Ireland.Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-72018809723985321162017-09-04T02:35:00.000+01:002017-09-04T03:01:36.327+01:00Autumn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'Autumn Reflections' Oil on Canvas<br />
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It's all a farce,—these tales they tell <br />
About the breezes sighing, <br />
And moans astir o'er field and dell, <br />
Because the year is dying.<br />
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Such principles are most absurd,— <br />
I care not who first taught 'em; <br />
There's nothing known to beast or bird <br />
To make a solemn autumn.<br />
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In solemn times, when grief holds sway <br />
With countenance distressing, <br />
You'll note the more of black and gray <br />
Will then be used in dressing.<br />
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Now purple tints are all around; <br />
The sky is blue and mellow; <br />
And e'en the grasses turn the ground <br />
From modest green to yellow.<br />
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The seed burs all with laughter crack <br />
On featherweed and jimson; <br />
And leaves that should be dressed in black <br />
Are all decked out in crimson.<br />
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A butterfly goes winging by; <br />
A singing bird comes after; <br />
And Nature, all from earth to sky, <br />
Is bubbling o'er with laughter.<br />
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The ripples wimple on the rills, <br />
Like sparkling little lasses; <br />
The sunlight runs along the hills, <br />
And laughs among the grasses.<br />
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The earth is just so full of fun <br />
It really can't contain it; <br />
And streams of mirth so freely run <br />
The heavens seem to rain it.<br />
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Don't talk to me of solemn days <br />
In autumn's time of splendor, <br />
Because the sun shows fewer rays, <br />
And these grow slant and slender.<br />
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Why, it's the climax of the year,<br />
The highest time of living!— <br />
Till naturally its bursting cheer <br />
Just melts into thanksgiving.<br />
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Crashing Waves at Furbo, Co Galway</div>
<br />Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-44218361788793488692015-07-29T01:11:00.003+01:002015-07-29T01:11:59.818+01:00Stormy Seas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-33990924082325723172015-07-21T00:49:00.001+01:002017-09-04T17:25:24.492+01:00Coole Park<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'Pathway to the Lake' at Coole Park, Gort Co Galway Oil on Canvas</div>
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These eighteen, 80 year old trees at Coole Park, Gort, have been felled because they posed a “serious risk” to public safety.</div>
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The Monterey cypress trees were felled at the former home of Lady Augusta Gregory on advice from expert arborists who found that the trees could fail at any time without warning, and posed a serious risk to public safety.</div>
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Some of the trees were infected by a type of bracket fungus called Ganoderma applanatum, but this was not the only reason for their removal, according to the Department of Arts, Heritage and the Gaeltacht.</div>
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“The trees were in very poor condition. The crowns of the trees were very damaged and in these cases, failure of the roots or falling branches is not uncommon in this species,” said a spokesperson.</div>
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Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-88482831756813046432014-08-31T01:51:00.000+01:002015-07-29T01:21:55.926+01:00Dunguaire Castle, Kinvara, Co Galway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Dunguaire Castle is a 16th century tower house located in Kinvara on the shores of Galway Bay. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The castle was built in 1520 by the O’Hynes clan and passed into the hands of the Martyn’s of Galway in the early 17th century.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Richard Martyn, Mayor of Galway lived here until 1642 and the Martyn’s of Tulira Castle, owned the castle until this century.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">In 1924 Dunguaire was bought and repaired by Oliver St. John Gogarty, the famous surgeon and literary figure. This was the time of the great Celtic revival in Irish literature exemplified by the works of writers such as Synge, Yeats Shaw and O'Casey. It became the venue for meetings of the literary revivalists such as W.B. Yeats, his patron Lady Gregory, George Bernard Shaw, Edward Martin and J.M. Synge. Yeats in particular believed strongly in the Celtic Bardic tradition and set about reviving the ancient oral customs incorporating them into his plays and poetry. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">In 1954 the castle was acquired by Christobel Lady Amptill who completed the restoration started by Oliver St. John Gogarty.</span><br />
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Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-11730727557141848582014-03-26T23:52:00.004+00:002022-07-30T10:08:07.700+01:00Blackrock Diving Tower<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tranquility Oil on Canvas Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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Kylemore Lake Oil on Canvas Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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Listen to this beautiful air written by Finbar Furey in 1968. </div>
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Oil on Canvas Patricia Kavanagh<br />
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Afore ye really ’preciate the things ye lef’ behind,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">An’ hunger fer ’em somehow, with ’em allus on yer mind.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It don’t make any differunce how rich ye get t’ be,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">How much yer chairs an’ tables cost, how great yer luxury;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It ain’t home t’ ye, though it be the palace of a king,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Until somehow yer soul is sort o’ wrapped round everything.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Home ain’t a place that gold can buy or get up in a minute;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Afore it’s home there’s got t’ be a heap o’ livin’ in it;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Within the walls there’s got t’ be some babies born, and then</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Right there ye’ve got t’ bring ‘em up t’ women good, an’ men;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And gradjerly, as time goes on, ye find ye wouldn’t part</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">With anything they ever used—they’ve grown into yer heart:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The old high chairs, the playthings, too, the little shoes they wore</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Ye hoard; an’ if ye could ye’d keep the thumbmarks on the door.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Ye’ve got t’ weep t’ make it home, ye’ve got t’ sit an’ sigh</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">An’ watch beside a loved one’s bed, an’ know that Death is nigh;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">An’ in the stillness o’ the night t’ see Death’s angel come,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">An’ close the eyes o’ her that smiled, an’ leave her sweet voice dumb.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Fer these are scenes that grip the heart, an’ when yer tears are dried,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Ye find the home is dearer than it was, an’ sanctified;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">An’ tuggin’ at ye always are the pleasant memories</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">O’ her that was an’ is no more—ye can’t escape from these.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Ye’ve got t’ sing an’ dance fer years, ye’ve got t’ romp an’ play,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">An’ learn t’ love the things ye have by usin’ ’em each day;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Even the roses ’round the porch must blossom year by year</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Afore they ’come a part o’ ye, suggestin’ someone dear</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Who used t’ love ’em long ago, an’ trained ’em jes’ t’ run</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The way they do, so’s they would get the early mornin’ sun;</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Ye’ve got t’ love each brick an’ stone from cellar up t’ dome:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home.</span></div>
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Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-45699596166129848772013-11-10T23:49:00.002+00:002015-08-04T01:48:55.657+01:00Soft Day<br />
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'Soft Day, The Flaggy Shore' Oil on Canvas Patricia Kavanagh<br />
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"And some time make the time to drive out west<br />
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,<br />
In September or October, when the wind<br />
And the light are working off each other<br />
So that the ocean on one side is wild<br />
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones<br />
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit<br />
By the earthed lightening of a flock of swans,<br />
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white<br />
Their fully-grown headstrong-looking heads<br />
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.<br />
Useless to think you'll park or capture it more thoroughly<br />
You are neither here nor there,<br />
A hurry through which known and strange things pass<br />
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways<br />
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open".<br />
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'Soft Day, Ballyvaughan, Co Clare' Oil on Canvas Patricia Kavanagh</div>
Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-44638118727430802112013-11-06T23:53:00.000+00:002013-11-09T01:11:34.841+00:00Galway Hookers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"A lonely seagull flies the winds</div>
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Majestic...soaring... gliding wings</div>
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A single screech sounds from the sky</div>
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Come fly with me...come here and fly!</div>
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My spirit floats to be a part</div>
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I feel the beating of its heart</div>
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My soul, one with this bird of sea</div>
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Now knows the meaning, to fly free!</div>
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I feel the winds caress my soul</div>
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And soar the streams without a goal</div>
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My being trembles of delight</div>
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A treasure I received tonight</div>
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The seagull's flight of soaring high</div>
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The gift of what it means to fly!</div>
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A poem by Munda</div>
Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-78210451549373872272013-11-06T23:29:00.003+00:002013-11-09T01:12:14.343+00:00Calm Before the Storm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring.</div>
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And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;</div>
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For above, and around me, the wild wind is roaring,</div>
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Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.</div>
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The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,</div>
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The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;</div>
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The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing,</div>
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The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.</div>
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I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing</div>
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The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray,</div>
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I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing</div>
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And hear the wild roar of their thunder today.</div>
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by Anne Bronte</div>
Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-311206582370624182013-11-06T23:26:00.000+00:002013-11-09T01:12:41.284+00:00Stormy Skies over The Burren<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-76277405157520874492013-11-06T23:17:00.002+00:002013-11-10T22:45:20.732+00:00Furbo Strand<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-68472295474160416342013-11-06T23:09:00.001+00:002013-11-10T22:46:07.328+00:00Sunset at Kinvara<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"A boat on the sea, my boat</div>
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Eager and frail!</div>
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Sweet skies, smile as you look </div>
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On that fairy sail.</div>
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Waves, great waves, many years</div>
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You have worked your will.</div>
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Just while she passes through</div>
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Kind waves, be still.</div>
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Winds - and I may not ask</div>
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That you never blow,</div>
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But spare her the moaning note</div>
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'By The Cliffs' Oil on Canvas Patricia Kavanagh </div>
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'On The Rocks' Oil on Canvas Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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<br />Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-52220263808138770792013-03-15T00:50:00.002+00:002018-03-30T23:37:55.771+01:00Romanticism<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'Winter Landscape' Oil on Paper. Patricia Kavanagh </div>
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The artists of the Romantic period have always been a great inspiration to me in my work. </div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><b>Caspar David Friedrich</b> (September 5, 1774 - May 7, 1840) was a landscape painter of the nineteenth-century German Romantic movement, of which he is now considered the most important painter. A painter and draughtsman, Friedrich is best known for his later allegorical landscapes, which feature contemplative figures silhouetted against night skies, morning mists, barren trees, and Gothic ruins. His primary interest as an artist was the contemplation of nature, and his often symbolic and anti-classical work seeks to convey the spiritual experiences of life.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Friedrich was born in Greifswald in northern Germany in 1774. He studied in Copenhagen until 1798 before settling in Dresden. He came of age during a period when, across Europe, a growing disillusionment with an over-materialistic society led to a new appreciation for spiritualism. This was often expressed through a reevaluation of the natural world, as artists such as Friedrich, J. M. W. Turner and John Constable sought to depict nature as a "divine creation, to be set against the artifice of human civilization".</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Although Friedrich was renowned during his lifetime, his work fell from favour during the second half of the nineteenth century. As Germany moved towards modernisation, a new urgency was brought to its art, and Friedrich's contemplative depictions of stillness were seen as the products of a bygone age. His rediscovery began in 1906 when an exhibition of 32 of his paintings and sculptures was held in Berlin. During the 1920s his work was appreciated by the Expressionists, and in the 1930s and 1940s, the Surrealists and Existentialists frequently drew on his work. Today he is seen as an icon of the German Romantic movement, and a painter of international importance.</span><br />
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'Gapstow Bridge' Central Park. Oil on Canvas. Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The bridge offers postcard views of the surrounding cityscape. Facing south, you can see the famed Plaza Hotel and distinctive New York skyscrapers rising from above the Park’s trees. Look southward in the winter and you’ll see Wollman Rink’s twirling skaters; in the warmer months you’ll see the colorful amusements of Victorian Gardens.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">Originally designed by Jacob Wrey Mould in 1874, the then-wooden bridge with cast-iron railings suffered great wear over 20 years. It was replaced with the current stone structure in 1896, designed by Howard & Caudwell. Built of Manhattan schist, Gapstow stand 12 feet high, spans 44 feet of water, and stretches 76 feet in its full length."</span></div>
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<br />Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-3706600913479643932013-03-10T01:11:00.001+00:002013-11-10T22:49:14.584+00:00'No Title'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'No Title' Oil on Card. Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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<br />Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-88348387477699027092013-03-06T01:50:00.000+00:002013-11-10T22:55:18.394+00:00A Piggy's Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'Clever Baby Piggy' Oil on Card Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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'Mommy Piggy' Oil on Card Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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'Peek-a-Boo' Oil painting with knife Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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'Crubeens' Oil on Card. Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">"In England once there lived a big<br />
And wonderfully clever pig.<br />
To everybody it was plain<br />
That Piggy had a massive brain.<br />
He worked out sums inside his head,<br />
There was no book he hadn't read.<br />
He knew what made an airplane fly,<br />
He knew how engines worked and why.<br />
He knew all this, but in the end<br />
One question drove him round the bend:<br />
He simply couldn't puzzle out<br />
What LIFE was really all about.<br />
What was the reason for his birth?<br />
Why was he placed upon this earth?<br />
His giant brain went round and round.<br />
Alas, no answer could be found.<br />
Till suddenly one wondrous night.<br />
All in a flash he saw the light.<br />
He jumped up like a ballet dancer<br />
And yelled, "By gum, I've got the answer!"<br />
"They want my bacon slice by slice<br />
"To sell at a tremendous price!<br />
"They want my tender juicy chops<br />
"To put in all the butcher's shops!<br />
"They want my pork to make a roast<br />
"And that's the part'll cost the most!<br />
"They want my sausages in strings!<br />
"They even want my chitterlings!<br />
"The butcher's shop! The carving knife!<br />
"That is the reason for my life!"<br />
Such thoughts as these are not designed<br />
To give a pig great piece of mind.<br />
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,<br />
A pail of pigswill in his hand,<br />
And piggy with a mighty roar,<br />
Bashes the farmer to the floor…<br />
Now comes the rather grizzly bit<br />
So let's not make too much of it,<br />
Except that you must understand<br />
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,<br />
He ate him up from head to toe,<br />
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.<br />
It took an hour to reach the feet,<br />
Because there was so much to eat,<br />
And when he finished, Pig, of course,<br />
Felt absolutely no remorse.<br />
Slowly he scratched his brainy head<br />
And with a little smile he said,<br />
"I had a fairly powerful hunch<br />
"That he might have me for his lunch.<br />
"And so, because I feared the worst,<br />
"I thought I'd better eat him first." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">"Banshee or 'Bean-sidhe' is Irish for faerie woman - ban (bean), meaning a woman, and shee (sidhe), meaning faerie. The banshee can appear in one of three guises: a young woman, a stately matron or a raddled old hag. These represent the triple aspects of the Celtic goddess of war and death, namely Badhbh, Macha and Mor-Rioghain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0.0px;">She usually wears either a grey, hooded cloak or the winding sheet or grave robe of the unshriven dead. She may also appear as a washer-woman, and is seen apparently washing the blood stained clothes of those who are about to die. In this guise she is known as the bean-nighe or washing woman. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">The wail of a banshee pierces the night, it's notes rising and falling like the waves of the sea, it always announces a mortal's death.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">The banshee can only cry for five major Irish families: the O'Neills, the O'Briens, the O'Connors, the O'Gradys and the Kavanaghs. E</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">ach Banshee has her own mortal family and out of love she follows the old race across the ocean to distant lands. Her wails or keen can be heard in America and England, wherever the true Irish have settled"</span></span></div>
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Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-91383395280696328372013-03-04T01:41:00.003+00:002013-11-10T22:57:49.476+00:00April Evening<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'April Evening' Oil on Canvas Patricia Kavanagh<br />
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'Two's Company' Oil on Canvas Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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"The swans along the water glide,</div>
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Unfettered and yet side by side,</div>
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So should true lovers ever be</div>
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Together ever - ever free".</div>
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From a poem by Edith Nesbitt</div>
Patricia Kavanaghhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13327694216186692687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229553500185367130.post-47756066179240872712013-03-04T00:37:00.001+00:002013-11-10T22:58:39.088+00:00St Matthew and the Angel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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'St Matthew and the Angel' Oil on Board Patricia Kavanagh</div>
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My version of the famous painting by Caravaggio. Need to do the angel yet!</div>
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"Matthew is portrayed in a remarkable pose - not as one would expect a devout evangelist to be depicted. Caravaggio made an earlier version of the painting, but the commissioner refused it because of its lack of decorum. The work was sadly lost in WW2. It would seem as if the painter did not compromise his intentions however - this time the evangelist has dirty feet. </div>
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This work, together with 'The Martyrdom of St Matthew' and 'The Calling of St Matthew' form what is known as The San Luigi dei Francesi - cycle." <span style="color: #021eaa; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: right; text-decoration: underline;"> </span><a href="http://www.artbible.info/art/large/206.html" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: right;">http://www.artbible.info/art/large/206.html</a></div>
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I was very fortunate to get to see the paintings 'in the flesh' a couple of years ago. When its completed, I plan to give the painting to my son Matthew.</div>
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'Waterlilies' Oil on Board Patricia Kavanagh<br />
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"If you have forgotten waterlilies floating<br />
On a dark lake among mountains in the afternoon shade,<br />
If you have forgotten their wet sleepy fragrance,<br />
Then you can return and not be afraid.<br />
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But if you remember, then turn away forever<br />
To the plains and the prairies where pools are far apart,<br />
There you will not come at dusk on closing waterlilies<br />
And the shadow of mountains will not fall on your heart.<br />
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by Sarah Teasdale</div>
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