Posts tagged Made in Ireland
Et Cetera | Etel Adnan
Untitled 1990

Untitled 1990

Et Cetera | William Baziotes
Serpentine, 1961

Serpentine, 1961

Et Cetera | Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Danseuse ajustant son maillt, 1890

Danseuse ajustant son maillt, 1890

Excerpt | Wisdom

“Learn from yesterday, live for today, look to tomorrow, rest this afternoon.” 

Schulz, C.M. (2001) Charlie Brown's Little Book of Wisdom 

Et Cetera | Chinese Ink
Léonard Tsugouharu Foujita, Chat 1929

Léonard Tsugouharu Foujita, Chat 1929

Excerpt | Life Is Like A Deck Chair

“Maybe I can put it another way... life, Charlie Brown, is like a deck chair."
"Like a what?"
"Have you ever been on a cruise ship? Passengers open up these canvas deck chairs so they can sit in the sun...
Some people place their chairs facing the rear of the ship so they can see where they've been...
Other people face their chairs forward... they want to see where they're going!
On the cruise ship of life, Charlie Brown, which way is your deck chair facing?"
"I've never been able to get one unfolded...”

Schulz, C.M. (2011) The Complete Peanuts, vol. 16: 1981-1982

Et Cetera | Marc Chagall
The Summer Season, 1961

The Summer Season, 1961

Et Cetera | Summer Afternoon
Summer Afternoon, Appledore, mid-1890s, by Childe Hassam

Summer Afternoon, Appledore, mid-1890s, by Childe Hassam

Excerpt | You

will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realise how seldom they do.

Wallace, D. F. (2005) Infinite Jest

Excerpt | Eileen Gray

She is very modest about her work, and seemed surprised that any one should remember her except her individual clients. A few years ago when the Royal Institute of Irish architects had arranged an exhibition of her work in dublin, people had been amazed to see the dates on things that looked as if they were much more modern. She said she got a few letters from Irish architects and artists, which pleased her very much, she had them in a little file still called “Irlande” and she hoped that she had remembered to reply to them all.

Yes, she had been back to Ireland a few times, but very briefly, and once by chance when she found that a plane was going to stop over there. She decided to get off and go and look at her old home, and she thought she would have again all those lovely feelings of peace and innocence like she had as a child. But it had changed, and nothing was the same. It wasn’t just that everything – the lawns, the fields, the river – were smaller; she knew that would happen. It was all knocked down and built again, in a most unimaginative style. It made her sad. she never went back again.

And she lives in comfort but not in idleness with a marvellous woman called Dadame Dany who is a breton housekeeper/companion/dragon. Madame Dany sees that she eats enough and rests enough and doesn’t get weary talking to journalists for too long.

So Eileen Gray got up and said that she must finish those chairs, because, my dear, I am nearly 100 you know, and it would be foolish to think that I will have unlimited time to finish them the way I want them to be.

Interviewed by Binchy, M. (1976) Paris

Et Cetera | Arkhip Kuindzhi
Dnieper in the Morning, 1881

Dnieper in the Morning, 1881

Excerpt | Grain

No varnish can hide the grain of the wood;
and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.

Dickens, C. (1860) Great Expectations

Et Cetera | Raphael Soyer
Woman with Scarf, ca. 1942

Woman with Scarf, ca. 1942

Fundamentals | Tie A Knot

When you are at the end of your rope, tie a knot and hold on.

Theodore Roosevelt

Et Cetera | James Abbott McNeill Whistler
Seated Woman with Red Hair, 1870/1873

Seated Woman with Red Hair, 1870/1873

Et Cetera | Z Fitzgerald

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

May peace be with you our dearest Pópo, we miss you dearly x

Excerpt | Summer Wishes

I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive.
I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats.
I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses ...
We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o'clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.

Fitzgerald, Z. (1985) Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald