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SAINT?

One morning about two weeks ago, Milady*and I were in Dublin, St Stephen's Green to decorate the Newman University Church (named after John Henry Newman) for a wedding that afternoon. Parking is close to non-existant here, but I had noticed on our reconnaissance visit that delivery vehicles often park either in the bus lane (lana bus), or half-on the pavement. This we did, and unbelievably were undisturbed for the two hours it took to place the floral displays and tie on the hydrangeas to the pew-ends, along with assorted bits of decoration - or 'styling' as we call it nowadays.  I went into the Church first to check that it was open for us and spoke to a little woman diligently sweeping the entrance hall.
"Is the Church open?" I asked. "We are placing flowers for the wedding this afternoon." "Are you a musician?" Her response led me to think that she might have Eastern European origins. Certainly, she had no trace of an Irish accent. "N…

A ROMANTIC REBELLION?

Gill and I are both artists. Difficult to describe the difference between us in our approach to painting, except to say that Gill is entirely intuitive. She picks up her brush and paints. Over the years, she has acquired a few techniques that help her achieve her vision, but essentially Gill paints what is in her, unhindered by how one should do it. I, on the other hand, am more considered with my artwork, as with most things I do. A painting may be completed in an hour or so, but it will have taken me many hours to work out the what, why and how of the result. Over a lifetime of drawing and painting, I can now see that what I produce has a 'style', a signature, which is intrinsically my own, no matter how I might try something new. I can paint with freedom or restraint, the result is still me.  So in that we are the same; we paint as we are. Gill, the Romantic; myself, the Classicist. It is that to and fro in temperament that Kenneth Clark described so well in his book The R…