Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Trudi Doyle Exhibition Carlow Arts festival fringe 2017

Wednesday 7th to Sunday 11th June

For five days only  in Gallery upstairs  in  Seven Oaks Hotel  Carlow 
Open daily from 10.30 to 6pm
Late opening Friday and Saturday to 7.30pm
Some of the new and recent  work in this exhibition  

"Glimmering Girl " Acrylic
Glimmering Girl " Acrylic on Canvas €1500

"Gamekeeper " Acrylic n Canvas 12 x 16 ins - €450 

"She ran with the Hunted" 

Acrylic on canvas €500

 "Dream Journey "-Acrylic on Canvas - €500

"Moonlight over Eagle Hill" 33 x 25 inches Framed  €600

Whispers from the Future" Acrylic on canvas €900

Detail from "Cocoon" Acrylic on Box Canvas €3000

"Fledgling"Acrylic  on canvas €200 

"Two Hares Contemplate the Moon" Acrylic on Canvas €170.
"Autumn Moonlight" Acrylic on canvas €180 
"Persehone and Pomegranates " Acrylic on canvas €200

A Summer Clothesline " Acrylic on canvas €400

In Her own Words
"In her Own Words"Acrylic  on canvas €200 
"In Her own Words"
"Fledgling"  " Persephone and Pomegranites"
- Acrylics on canvas €200 each

And Watercolours from my visit to Inisheer -the smallest of the Aran Islands 

                                                          Bóithrín on Inisheer   €200

Approaching Rain Inishere 

Resting Currachs Inisheer   -  €200

Stone wall and wild flower meadow   €200

in my Etsy shop Click here  
Rain-approaching Inisheer 

Montbretia and OBriens Castle on Inisheer

Glimmering Girl title came from this poem 

The Song of Wandering Aengus
by W B Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

Art for me is a visual diary of the imagination “ 

Trudi Doyle 

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