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WÜS Studio & Gallery at Kaiserin-Augusta-Allee 47, Berlin.


Art Studio & Gallery opening times:

Monday 12-5pm

Thursday 5-8pm

Friday 12-5pm

Wed Oct 23rd - Mon Oct 28th, 10 am - 6pm daily. Launch Weds Oct 23rd 7 pm Free Through an open call, artists were invited to submit work on Westival 2019’s theme, ‘Brittle / Fragile’. The result is an exciting and varied group show showcasing selected work from Irish and international artists, featuring sculpture, painting, drawing and photography. The theme proved a generous, many-headed muse, with artists responding in a huge variety of ways and presenting a multiplicity of creative interpretations – personal fragility, vulnerability as strength, frailty engendering feelings of protectiveness, the brittle geopolitical landscape, the fragility and ever-increasing vulnerability of our planet…. Thought-provoking and impressive in equal measure, this exhibition is a must-see.

Orfhlaith Egan Art

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Lough Conn. Abstract painting by Irish artist Orfhlaith Egan. Berlin, Germany.
The Flowers. Watercolor on paper by Irish artist Orfhlaith Egan. Berlin, Germany.

Delighted to be exhibiting in Brittle/Fragile at Westival, the Westport Music + Arts Festival 23-28 October 2019

..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.

                      

Excerpt from The Song of Wandering Aengus by W. B. Yeats

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.


The Lake Isle Of Innisfree - Poem by William Butler Yeats

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