The Iveagh Gardens are hidden away between Camden
Street, where Concern’s offices are located, and Stephen’s Green. Entirely
surrounded by buildings and a wall, it is a small public park in the centre of
Dublin that is always peaceful and quiet. The space was once the private garden
of the Earl of Clonmel, who accessed it via an underground passage from his Georgian
townhouse so as not to have to encounter the great unwashed. Later the gardens
were sold to the Guinness family who kept it as their private domain until it
was donated to the State as a public park. Iveagh Gardens contains lawns,
mature trees, statues, a waterfall and a maze. There is a sunken lawn, which is
Ireland’s only purpose built archery field, under which is reputed to be buried
the body of an elephant that died in Dublin Zoo.
My walk was bracing, it cleared my head from the madness
of Brexit very effectively. Unfortunately, I knew this would only be temporary as
the lunacy would keep on going all around us. Cool rain fell and spattered the
gravel paths which were already somewhat puddled. It took me about ten minutes to do a circuit
of the park and I saw no-one else. I decided on another lap. The only sound was
a bell, which I took to be from one of the trams in the street outside, but it
kept tolling until I realised it was the bell of the park keeper who was about
to lock the gate.
IMMA at Kilmainham is a little out of the way, but always
worth a visit. The two current exhibitions are interestingly related. Mary
Swanzy was an Irish Cubist who exhibited at the Paris Salons alongside Pablo
Picasso. This retrospective covers the range of her work from cubist pieces to
more recent symbolist and allegorical paintings. Wolfgang Tillmans is a German
photographer who won the Turner Prize in 2000. His work is intriguing, odd landscapes
and portraits that are framed in unusual ways. I really enjoyed his large-scale
images from Africa, the USA and South America, especially one of the Sahara. He
also had one room sparsely filled with smaller images of an open-heart
operation. Several were close-ups of machines with complex arrays of piping,
filled with blood, that were keeping the patient alive. Having had this
operation seven and a half years ago, it sent a shiver down my spine.
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