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UBLIC sculpture in Ireland includes
many monstrosities that are heavy
and clumpy in their use of materials
and ultimately non-artistic. The heavy-
gang includes Edward Delaney, John Behan,
Rowan Gillespie and Conor Fallon, but there
are plenty of others.
Delaney is egregious; his ā€˜Wolfe Toneā€™
and ā€˜Thomas Davisā€™ are part of street-lore.
Tone begat ā€˜Tone-hengeā€™ and Davis with
his attendant ļ¬gures, is ā€˜the piddlers on
the Greenā€™.
They are objects of public derision, and
the critical establishment alone consist-
ently pays them homage.
Leading art critics RoisĆ­n Kennedy, Judith
Hill and Peter Murray never question the
numbing monolithic dullness. Murray has
claimed that Tone and Davis ā€œconvey an
earthy solidity, a connection with the earth,
emphasised by their heavy legsā€. Eamon
Delaney in ā€˜Breaking the Mouldā€™, a lengthy
paean to his father Edward Delaney, not sur-
prisingly supports Murray who eulogises
his Davis as representing ā€œa farmer in from
the ļ¬elds: a man oļ¬€ the bog and on to a ped-
estalā€. The Davis statue does not reļ¬‚ect this,
nor does it invoke the Davis of history.
Eamon Delaney lauds his fatherā€™s
ā€˜Davisā€™ as superior to works by John Henry
Foley: ā€œthere is none of the shrill theatre
of Grattan, or the arrogant certainty of
Burkeā€.
This bludgeoning is untenable. Foley may
be eighteenth-century but his Oā€™Connell,
Grattan, Burke and Goldsmith retain a
transcendent beauty, elegance, and imag-
inative artistry in execution, expression
and realism. Tone and Davis are excessively
bulky and heavy. Delaney quotes Aidan
Dunne who ļ¬nds Tone and Davis ā€œfrayed
by mortality and uncertaintyā€. But impreci-
sion is Dunneā€™s actual medium: artspeak.
The problem is that in-depth criticism of
sculpture is nowhere found. The Irish Arts
Review and the Irish Times are not really in
the business of criticism. Circa, and maga-
zines like it, feature art and artists, exalted
and carefully ā€˜criticisedā€™ using quotations
from international art critics. Circaā€™s pre-
sumption to interrogate is spurious. When
(recently) the magazine asked the question:
ā€œWhat is the role and value of art criticism at
present?ā€, it passed responsibility, by reply-
ing with a question: ā€˜What art?ā€™
Meanwhile, the RHA and commissioned
artists link arms, laughing all the way to the
pork barrel in this porcine climate of plas-
tic criticism.
You will not ļ¬nd any adverse critiques
of John Behanā€™s ā€˜Famine Shipā€™ that faces
Croagh Patrick where the heavy ghost-ļ¬g-
ures shrouding the three heavy masts are
what can only be honestly described as gate-
like. ā€˜The Flight of the Earlsā€™ (Rathmullan,
County. Donegal) with its three Irish chief-
tains on a gangplank of bronze, waving
ā€˜goodbyeā€™ is not evocative in any way of
this major historical event. Behan fails the
Famine as subject matter, and fails ā€˜The
Flight of the Earlsā€™. He simply does not ļ¬nd
any artistic pitch that could be said to be
sublime, haunting, or even satisfying.
ā€˜The Flight of the Earlsā€™ was funded by A.J.
Oā€™Reilly and in general funding is plentiful,
boosted by the OPW and its capital fund. In
ī˜Ÿī˜žī˜ī˜Ÿ this amounted to ā‚¬ī˜šī˜•ī˜Ÿ million. The
OPW has a design and project management
service for public-sector building, heritage
and art projects.
Arts Council payments to sculpture in
ī˜Ÿī˜žī˜ī˜ž amounted to ā‚¬ī˜œī˜ī˜ž,ī˜žī˜žī˜ž. County coun-
cils play their part in commissioning public
works. The Per Cent for Art Scheme, since
ī˜ī˜”ī˜”ī˜“, ā€œapproves the inclusion in budgets
for all publicly funded capital construc-
tion projects up to ī˜% as funding for an art
projectā€. The maximum for projects over
ā‚¬ī˜ī˜Ÿ million is an art budget of ā‚¬ī˜’ī˜œ,ī˜žī˜žī˜ž.
Public sculpture is generally administered
by time-servers without a critical faculty,
people like the selection panels, the RHA,
and the artists who have lent their names to
the pervasive lugubriousness.
Alex Pentekā€™s ā€˜Rabbitā€™ on the Ashbourne
Road (in Meath) cost ā‚¬ī˜’ī˜œ,ī˜žī˜žī˜ž and has no
distinguishing features whatsoever. In
essence it is a giant rusty rabbit that any
sheet-metal worker or gate-maker could
have designed far more subtly and much
more cheaply. Pentek is responsible too
CULTURE
Also in this section:
Review: ā€˜Tickling the Palateā€™ 50
In the sticks: Shirley Clerkin 52
Dairy stand-oļ¬€ 54
Arts Council 56
Review: ā€˜Seeing is Believingā€™ 58
Enduring Irish
sculpture
Heavy-handed and artless, though the critics
only ever coo. By Kevin Kiely
John
Behanā€™s
ā€˜Famine
Shipā€™