What happens when an artist, still under the age of fifty and making brilliant new work is suddenly gone, too soon and, for those around them, entirely unexpectedly?
Bread might seem like an unlikely vehicle for all that an artist wants to say about the 1916 Easter Rising, but Muriel Brandt knew its potential as a metaphor.
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Dublin Contemporary 2011 can probably be pinpointed as the moment when street art officially entered Ireland’s fine art fold. It was more of an adoption than a mutual embrace…read more
Dorothy Cross’s recent show at the Irish Museum of Modern Art contained no work by the artist, no wall texts and no labels. It was refreshingly free of the wordy paraphernalia galleries now deem necessary for showing art…read more
I switched on the radio recently to catch the end of a discussion which concluded with the words, “There’s a fine line between being a chancer and being an artist.”read more