#researchnotes…John McCormack ‘My Dark Rosaleen’ and Jack.B Yeats ‘Singing My Dark Rosaleen, Croke Park’, 1921

When Jack. B Yeats first exhibited Singing My Dark Rosaleen, Croke Park (oil on canvas, 1921, private collection), critic J.W.G wrote in the Freeman’s Journal: “The setting of the scene is different from that of his western sketches, and, superficially, nothing could be more prosaic than the stumps of mill chimneys, the ugly paling ofContinue reading “#researchnotes…John McCormack ‘My Dark Rosaleen’ and Jack.B Yeats ‘Singing My Dark Rosaleen, Croke Park’, 1921”

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“Olive laughed with her usual facile lightness, then the three women screamed – and for one electric instant the city appeared in hideous silhouette upon a chalky-white sky. A narrow drain-like river wedged between high-stone embankments; right along in a slight curve the perspective floats, an a few factory chimneys close a sinister horizon ofContinue reading ““Olive laughed …”