"Stacked" - acrylic on reclaimed teak board. Inquiries. Available at the Olive Stack Gallery.
Finally, finally. The long teak board from Bridget's barn finds its form. Nearly six feet tall with a thin profile and three of my favorite Irish characters. I smile each time I pass by this one...sassy rabbit says "hold still down there" while the sheep wonders why she is standing on a predator. Foxy is annoyed with the entire exercise.
It was the last full day for my guests, who filled every moment of the day and into the wee hours of the night. The time for leaving clearly weighs heavy on their hearts, as I believe this land has captured their love as much as it has mine.
We had tickets for St. John's last night, where a holiday show featuring singer Claire Keane and friends was utterly spectacular.
There was poetry by Gabriel Fitzmaurice in both Irish and English, both serious and hilarious as only he can do.
Host Billy Keane was dapper and eloquent, even giving a shout out to the North Carolinians seated next to me. His performance of his own poem, The Star Man, written about his father, was the essence of everything about Listowel which makes our hearts find a home here.
The gang ended the evening at John B's, where Billy signed books, Mickey shared philosophy and three sleepy Americans wondered how to get an Irish pub on every street corner at home.
For today, dear reader, I leave you with Sweet Listowel...