Hot Potatoes maybe? No!

watercolour by Eoin Mac Lochlainn

St Stephen’s Day. I hope you’re having a nice peaceful Christmas. (Quiet is good).

Not many people know this but I don’t actually get up before dawn to post my Thursday blog posts. No, I simply have them scheduled to come out on Thursday mornings – the wonders of WordPress – and it’s no different today.

But yes, just before Christmas I went out to Tallaght to see the Winter Open at the Rua Red Arts Centre. Now, I know it’s not Christmassy – there wasn’t a reindeer or a crib to be seen – but I was delighted that I went.  It’s an annual open submission show that is going from strength to strength each year.

photo by Eoin Mac Lochlainn at opening of Rua Red Open Exhibition
at the opening reception of the Winter Open at Rua Red

As it says in the catalogue, this exhibition presents: “a unique glimpse into the collective creative psyche, selecting work that provides a snapshot of current concerns in the artistic community and potentially creating new, exciting connections and dialogues as the works are placed together in the gallery space”.

And it’s a very impressive gallery space. And three of my paintings were selected for this show!  (You can just see them there in the middle above).

There were 48 artists selected this year – including Remco de Fouw, Myra Jago, Sinéad Ní Mhaonaigh, Dave Madigan and Katherine Sankey (who won the Rua Red Art Prize with her sculpture entitled: Desmosome).

Painting by Eoin Mac Lochlainn at the Rua Red Open Exhibition

So, this time my paintings were entitled: Asteroid nos 1, 2 and 3. That’s another of them above. But I wasn’t sure about the titles.  What does one call these semi-abstract paintings?  They weren’t born with titles.

Ah, words are not my strong suit. We need poets.

Or maybe I could run a competition and see if we can come up with something more pertinent. What do you think? I’m not a great fan of “Untitled” and yet, sometimes words can be limiting, or even misleading.

Actually these ovoid shapes started out as potatoes. (See here ) Then they became strange personalities for a while and then, they morphed into fiery planets and then, into “corrupted worlds”, reflecting on the present state of the world, I suppose.

But today, during this wonderful season of goodwill to all, let heaven and nature sing: Joy to the World – we’ve been given another chance to make it right.

The Chieftains




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