Behind the image ... Celtic Cross

  • Published January 11th, 2012 by Marie Commiskey
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Celtic Cross by Marie Commiskey

Celtic Cross
The story behind another image currently on my new fine art website
In 2002 I took a journey to Ireland. I flew into Shannon in early February. The weather was wet, windy and quite brutal some days. I rented a car and headed out in search of a B&B to stay for a couple of nights to get my bearings and decide in which direction to travel. Upon waking one morning, I decided to drive north towards Sligo. There are many awesome sights to see on this route. I was most impressed with the cemeteries and little churchyards with their mighty cathedrals! Doing a bit of research I discovered that W.B. Yeats, one of my favorite poets, was buried in a Protestant churchyard in Drumcliffe, County Sligo. On this day it was dark, rainy and just all around gloomy. Perfect day to visit a cemetery! We found Yeats' gravestone and it read:
"Cast a cold Eye
On Life, on Death.
Horseman, pass by!"
This shot of the celtic cross was across the way from Yeats' gravestone. I found this image a much more pleasing sight.
What does this image say to you?
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Zachary Epstein  commented on  January 11th, 2012

My first impression, as the cadence of the Yeats poem lingered in my head, was how he constructed his poem in a four syllable, three stanza structure. The poem almost seems unfinished, as if it was asking for a forth stanza. Then your photograph. It is rife with the construction of "fours" - there are the four parts to the cross, the four parts to the circle, and the four circles of negative space. Even more interesting is the out of focus similarly structured Celtic Cross behind. To me it is as if Yeats, in his resting place, can be felt behind the camera, smiling at these crosses - and that although his life might have been "completed", there is something unfinished and imperfect in his mortality, but not spiritually. The crosses denote some measure of generational progress, but also of some misty gaze into spiritual perfection. That there may not be perfection in ourselves, but that we can rely on the future, or possibly the afterlife, in the fact that somewhere we are all perfect.

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