Well I got a painting accepted for the RHA annual exhibition this week but yes, I was talking last week about “the huddled masses” queuing up in the rain with their paintings, and I wondered where the term “huddled masses” came from. You probably know this but actually it comes from a poem by the American poet Emma Lazarus, a poem that was written as a donation to an art auction to fundraise for the pedestal for the Statue of Liberty, no less.
Give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-toss’d to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
So, to continue with the metaphor, this weekend the wretched refuse of artists will be back again at the RHA to pick up their rejected artworks. We all have to queue up to hand in our crumpled dockets and wait to be called to take away our unfortunate paintings, hastily covered up with secondhand bubblewrap to hide our wretched shame… Oh but, nach raibh an cruatan i gcónaí i ndán dos na Gaeil…
Now, here’s a question for you! The thing is – I don’t know at the moment, which one got in and which one was rejected. You can see them here, which one would you pick? And why? Your comments are always welcome – click on the brown speech bubble and put your comment there. Thanks, eoin