O’Museworthy

“To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.”

— Daniel Patrick Moynihan

In a Dublin Park, light and shade, c. 1895, Walter Frederick Osborne. From the National Gallery of Ireland:

Osborne-DublinPark

Poets. Playwrights. Rebels. Iconoclasts. Wisecrackers. Saints and sinners. Lacemakers, footballers, farmers and whiskey distillers. Full of joy and cynicism at the same time. I would drink to the Irish for St. Patrick’s Day but I’ll be modeling for hours and hours. So I’ll get naked instead. Consider it a tribute to all the Irish bad boys I dated in my younger, more free-spirited years. Troublemakers 😉

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, and Happy Music Monday! Here’s a group of fine Irish fellas. Maybe you’ve heard of them 🙂

7 thoughts on “O’Museworthy

  1. cauartprof says:

    Claudia,
    That is quite a novel St. Patrick’s Day image (you, not the painting)! Hope you at least were wearing green toe nail polish. What a curious painting. The mother looks like she is stretched to the limit. Ireland has certainly had its ups and downs as well. I proposed to my wife in Dublin years ago and I remember a stroll through The National Gallery of Ireland. What a gorgeous and magical place. Happy St. Patrick’s to you and all Museworthy readers.
    Chris

    • artmodel says:

      Chris,

      I perused the NG of Ireland website for a while. What an impressive collection of works they have! I have no doubt it is “gorgeous and magical” like you said. I’d love to go. I’d love to to go Ireland generally. Your memory of proposing to your wife is lovely 🙂

      As for me and the Irish boys, no I didn’t wear green nail polish! But we had fun.

      Thanks for your comments!

      Claudia

  2. Bill says:

    You know, there is something magical about the Irish. Some years ago, it was a warm, quiet Sunday morning in Boston. I found myself on a bench on a relatively deserted downtown street corner by the Border’s — a place generally inhabited by the homeless and the pigeons (who enjoy the statute there.)
    Anyway, people start to gather — why, I dunno. My old friend Jimmy Collins, whom I haven’t seen since high school, shows up. Security shows up. A microphone, news crews show up. Long story short — the President of Ireland shows up — and makes a speech. Turns out that the statue has something to do with the Potato Famine — and the President of Ireland is there to dedicate it. Pigeons and all, I guess. It’s all like a play or something. It’s magic.
    Happy belated Saint Patty’s Day.

    • artmodel says:

      Bill,

      Great story! I agree with you about the Irish. I’ve always had a fondness for the people, the culture, and the history which has often been turbulent. Any country that has produced W.B. Yeats, James Joyce – and yes, U2 – is okay in my book 🙂

      Thanks for commenting!

      Claudia

  3. JG says:

    Any Irishman worth his temper would much prefer a beautiful woman get naked on St. Patrick’s Day (or any other day!) than to see her hoist a drink. So, we honor your tribute!

  4. JG says:

    By the way, you forgot “soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines”: there are more Medals of Honor bestowed upon the American of Irish origin and descent(twice the next highest ethnicity) and more white crosses and slabs covering the Irish American graves at Arlington and around the world than any other nationality.

    • artmodel says:

      JG,

      I didn’t know that! It doesn’t surprise me one bit. I visited Arlington several years ago. One of the most moving and poignant places I’ve ever been.

      Thanks for your comments!

      Claudia

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