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Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen | Artworks 14 - 26


“Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen” is Hamilton Gallery’s Invited Artists Exhibition for 2019. The exhibition features work by 129 artists and is themed around the eponymous W B Yeats poem, in the context of Ireland’s Decade of Commemoration .

This is the second of 10 Blog posts cataloging the work of the exhibition alongside notes from the participating artists.

These posts are made in September 2019 to coincide with the showing of the exhibition at Ireland’s US Consulate Offices, Park Avenue New York.


Perchance the guards men’s drowsy chargers would not prance
Perchance the guards men’s drowsy chargers would not prance

Calder, Ian - oil on canvas

And all the golden grasshoppers and bees
And all the golden grasshoppers and bees

Carman, Cathy -wood, tempera, gold leaf

'Man is in love and loves what vanishes'
'Man is in love and loves what vanishes'

Cassidy, Jonathan - oils on canvas on wood

Untitled
Untitled

Caufield, Marie - acrylic on canvas

The love of vanished things
The love of vanished things

Clarke, Nuala - acrylic on board

Under Oliver’s Mountain - the wind drops, dust settles
Under Oliver’s Mountain - the wind drops, dust settles

Colman, Eamon - oil on canvas

 Border Crossing
Border Crossing

Colreavy, Paul -oil on canvas

 1919 Red Combs
1919 Red Combs

Connolly, Aideen

Swansong
Swansong

Connolly, Phelim - pastel on paper

'We too had many pretty toys when young'..
'We too had many pretty toys when young'..

Costello, Malachy - oil on canvas

 Study of a forgotten monument
Study of a forgotten monument

Crotty, Aidan -oil on canvas

'The labyrinth that he has made in art...'
'The labyrinth that he has made in art...'

Cullen, John - oil on canvas

1919-Whirls in the old Terezin
1919-Whirls in the old Terezin

Cunningham, Niamh - acryllic on canvas

Perchance the guards men’s drowsy chargers would not prance And all the golden grasshoppers and bees 'Man is in love and loves what vanishes' Untitled The love of vanished things Under Oliver’s Mountain - the wind drops, dust settles  Border Crossing  1919 Red Combs Swansong 'We too had many pretty toys when young'..  Study of a forgotten monument 'The labyrinth that he has made in art...' 1919-Whirls in the old Terezin

 All teeth were drawn, all ancient tricks unlearned,

And a great army but a showy thing;

What matter that no cannon had been turned

Into a ploughshare! Parliament and king

Thought that unless a little powder burned

The trumpeters might burst with trumpeting

And yet it lack all glory; and perchance

The guardsmen's drowsy chargers would not prance.

…. from Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen by W B Yeats

Now days are dragon-ridden, the nightmare

Rides upon sleep:  a drunken soldiery

Can leave the mother, murdered at her door,

To crawl in her own blood, and go scot-free;

The night can sweat with terror as before

We pieced our thoughts into philosophy,

And planned to bring the world under a rule,

Who are but weasels fighting in a hole..

…. from Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen by W B Yeats


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Friday 09.13.19
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