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Irish artist. Winner of 2011 Scottish Drawing Competition.
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We Are Three

We Are Three

A Commission

Eleanor Carlingford August 5, 2020

A commission came in asking for an abstract portrait of a Mother and her two grown up daughters, Some story about each was provided and I asked each person to send me three words describing herself (one of the words to be less than flattering.) I asked each also to send me three colours that they respond well to, cut out of a magazine (nothing electronic because tones are too difficult to match). They sent the stuff and I started the research.

Three women in a play was not difficult to find - I was thinking of three family members in a confined setting - a family, lockdown, and Come and Go, a play by Samuel Beckett emerged as being just that. The play is only 2 minutes odd long, and left the watcher begging to know the stories of the three women. I was made to think of the sibyl - the ancient prophetess women who lived in the mountains of NW Italy before the birth of Christ. They were storytellers as well and I found their fabulous portraits on the ceiling of a chapel in Siena. I drew them again. I gave them hats as were worn by the three women in the dramatisation of the Beckett play that I watched. I got my own daft vintage hat and altered it with the trappings and the fragments of the women's lives that I could glean from their stories. Then I wore the hat, and I drew and painted and was so immersed in the material that before long I had done the commission, and had enough material to work towards a new exhibition. Bring on the identity portrait commissions. This is the way I love to work.

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July 24, 2018
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July 24, 2018

3rd Mar

2017

I can clearly remember leaving Kilcreggan, waiting for the ferry to take me across the Clyde and from there to the airport to fly to Montreal.  A leaving, it certainly was, but not a permanent one.  I was leaving on a research trip to Canada and the United States to retrace the steps of all those Celts who have crossed the Atlantic to emigrate.

I have emigrated – from Ireland to Scotland.  It may not seem like a big deal – and we speak the same language after all, but Scotland is not Ireland with all that that implies, and so….I don’t really belong.

Now more than any time in recent memory the issue of migration and national identity looms large in the political arena and in the daily lives of so many in our communities who are either accommodating people from another country who are trying to fit in here, or who are trying to fit in here, having come from a different country.

My new exhibition at Art Pistol in Glasgow opens tomorrow on this theme.  This is the work I have produced in the wake of that trip across the Atlantic.

I wrote about not belonging in Scotland a wee while ago now, but it seems appropriate to quote it here.


BELONGING

My heart is squeezed and hard pressed

Wrung out like an old bell

That never had a clapper;

Clapped out like the rungs

Of a rotten ladder

Cause I live in Glasgow

And I don’t belong.

Although you too have

Satsumas and holly,

Mangoes and cabbage

Kumquats and those pot scourers

That don’t do and much damage as Brillo

All clamouring just the same

In Drumchapel as in Saintfield

I can’t sing the song

I don’t belong, I don’t belong

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July 24, 2018

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