Kruger has hit top of the charts this month. It is still early in the month and there are not too many search topics bringing people to the home of my ramblings, here. The search topic topping the list is ‘kruger-gael siulach scealach’ – one of my posts on the family Kavanagh. It reminded me that I had photographs of the entire street art installation in Dublin that had posed a question. Reason enough to share. IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE ROAD YOU ARE WALKING START PAVING ANOTHER ONE |
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In Ballydehob, I thought there was religious veneration.
This, we spotted on the Naas Road and, while not definite, think that it is very probably a public display of religious admiration. The recent tweet from Irish Garrison Towns as to the smiling Jesus at the Calvary at Ringaskiddy brought me back to Inchicore. It may bring a smile to you – or maybe not….. I have long liked the idea of incorporating salvage material into new work.
Building materials from times past regularly were strong enough to last many lifetimes and had individual details that we do not get with current standardisation. I have managed to source one of the hoopers than I sought but I passed on the spiral stairs. The telephone box as a feature in the garden remains a dream. A few weeks back, with the train departure a while away, I walked to Hueston and was very happy to spot this commemorative piece to Dave Conway. Trying to find out about it did involve a few internet dead ends before I learned that Dave Conway was Demolition Manager involved in the LUAS project and the Railway Procurement Agency commissioned James Gannon to create a sculpted piece at Smithfield. Does it not scream out to be caressed? Or is that just my sense of admiration?
The joke is over. ![]() Last year, I did a blog post about the street art on hoardings near Portobello in Dublin. At the time, I complimented the artist at work. A few months later, I was back in the same area what I had appreciated had been overpainted with new work. Two weeks ago in Dublin, I was again reminded that street art is a bit like an opportunity – catch in when it passes, it may not pass again. I do like street art installations. I do like matters relating to Irish history. Maybe it is a factor of Rising Commemoration overload or a liking for Jokerman but I preferred what was over what is… Once again, the Irish language conveys a more accurate message. A while back, having attended the commemoration of Thomas Kent at Cork railway station, I learned that 15 train stations were renamed in 1966 to honour the 16 men executed after the 1916 Rising. 15 stations for 16 men – not sixteen stations. I was wondering as to Willie Pearse in that he is likely to be lost when people think of Pearse Station - and then think of his brother. Standing on the platform, waiting for the 08:39 to Donabate, I had a bit of a eureka moment, as Gaeilge. The photograph is slightly blurred as it was taken as engine approached and cut off the view but it clearly calls the station, Stáisiún na bPiarsach. This differs from Páirc an Phiarsaigh (Pearse Stadium in Galway) and Coláiste an Phiarsaigh in Glanmire and got me thinking as to whether the possessive case was plural. My Irish is improving but Tuiseal Ginneadach of weak plurals is still well beyond me. I may know of a difference but do not know why or when to use. POF was consulted and was able to confirm that the sign in Irish does indeed recognise both brothers – STATION OF THE PEARSES. I suspect that Irish Rail will not be rebranding as Pearses’ Station – but I do think it would be the right thing to do in the year that is in it. Yesterday, I learned that I had photographed a memorial to the wife of Thomas MacDonagh – and had not known of it.
A tweet from Changed Utterly told that Muriel MacDonagh had drowned while swimming in 1917 and she is one of the names recorded on the memorial pole in Skerries. I had photographed the memorial and each of the individual plaques – part of a gathering of maritime related plaques and memorials. I had not read each of the individual plaques and attempted any connection of the dots of knowledge. That task may need to be carried out sooner rather than later. This morning, I attended the commemoration ceremony at the railway station – remembering Thomas Kent, from Bawnard, Castlelyons.
M.C. for the event was Andrew Roche of Irish Rail who imparted quite a bit of information on the history of station, and, the railway system. I had not realised that there were six stations in Cork – the first being at Kilbarry.
![]() Last week, I spotted this angel on the façade of Boots Chemist on Grafton Street. It did intrigue as to how long it may have been there. I was not able to find any old photographs online. There were quite a few Instagram sites with similar photographs but the gem of knowledge was provided by Rua Ruth who educated me that the angel is only resident since 1990, pre-dating Boots, having been made around 1900 and kept an eye on Youghal for many years. The ‘To Do’ list has now got a note for old photographs of Youghal to try to find its original home. A few years ago this would just have been another statue on display in St. Stephen’s Green.
Having learnt from signs about the sculptor Jerome Connor from Annascaul, Co. Kerry and a small bit about Robert Emmet, I did appreciate the sculpture a small bit more. It was made 100 years ago – obviously the Easter Rising was not the only thing that happened that year. The few minutes in St Stephen’s Green yesterday looking and touching did allow the centenary overload to be forgotten for just a while. For Christmas, I received a copy of Séamus Murphy, Sculptor – a lovely book with details of the work of Séamus Murphy. I realised that I had photographed many of the headstones and sculptures already. They had been the source of quite a few blog posts already.
The book is now being used as a route map to photograph the work on public display that I have not yet photographed – expect a dedicated Séamus Murphy section soon. The book includes photographs of designs by Séamus Murphy from 1941 for a competition for the then proposed Dept. of Industry & Commerce building on Kildare Street. The designs were shortlisted. In Dublin earlier, I walked along Kildare Street to appreciate the winning design by Gabriel Hayes. I left wondering why modern buildings do not incorporate sculpture or other art. There are very few that I can remember in recent buildings. I hope that there will be more – curtain walling glazing could do with something else for variety. A couple more decorated Utility Boxes that I have spotted on my recent travels – from Limerick and Dublin. I hope that there will be a time when they are obliged to be decorated. I cannot recall more than one decorated utility box (Stay Sharp) that was damaged or subject to graffiti whereas nearly all decorated boxes have graffiti. Dublin Canvas is seeking proposals for boxes in Dublin – hopefully other cities can follow.
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