Print: Handcoloured Print No. 270, A Little House, picture by E. C. Yeats, words by W. M. Letts. The Cuala Press Limited, Dublin, Ireland; Collage: Robyn Hood Black
Sharing all this with my husband, Jeff, he mentioned hearing something on NPR this week about how, when we walk from one room to the next and cant remember what we were looking for, its because of the DOOR. Such a powerful metaphor, a door. (I searched in vain for the NPR piece but discovered articles online about the 2011 study at Notre Dame which prompted this idea of the doorway effect.)
The collage pictured here and on my art blog this week was made with a 100-year-old book embellished with some fun vintage finds. The doorway image surrounding it is a relief print. I carved a simplified version of those wonderful Georgian doorways one finds all over Dublin. (It was fun pulling out the photo album from a family trip there in 1996.)
Speaking of family, Ive been doing some freelance writing for another family member. Our current project has involved research into faerie lore, and for that I turned to our esteemed Mr. Yeats, who chronicled much Irish folklore. (Click here and here for William Butlers biographical info.) Deciding to post something else door-related here today, I remembered the framed print that we bought on that trip to Dublin Morgan, age 4 at the time, picked it out.
The information sheet accompanying the art explains some history. Its a hand-colored print from Cuala Press, originally Dun Emer Press, founded by Elizabeth Corbet Yeats (William Butlers sister) in 1903 . W. B. Yeats served as editorial advisor to the press until his death (1939), and many notable writers including Ezra Pound saw their work first published by it.
The sheet continues, W. B. Yeats in the original 1903 prospectus wrote that all the things made at the press are beautiful in the sense that they are instinct with individual feeling and have cost thought and care. ... (I love that phrase, cost thought and care.)
The illustrated poem, written by W. M. Letts,
shows both:
If I had a little house
A white house on a hill,
With lavender and rosemary
Beneath the window sill,
The door should stand wide open
To people of good will.
To close with one last door reference and an eye to Valentines Day, Ill leave you with a stanza near the end of Yeatss poem, The Cap and Bells, which sprang from a dream Yeats experienced and describes a jesters love for a queen.
She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
To read what leads up to this stanza and the ending, click here.
And, would you believe it? The ever-talented and generous April is rounding up Poetry Friday and has a poem about DOORS! Head over to Teaching Authors and enjoy.
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Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love-song
Till stars grew out of the air.
So, so beautiful! I am so intrigued by the lovely collages you are crafting, Robyn, and look forward to seeing them in your etsy shop when the time comes.
Hi, Margaret - well, your comment makes my day. :0) Thanks so much!
Jama - thanks so much. I enjoyed the excuse to revisit Yeats, too!
Hi, Andi - thanks! I appreciate your positive feedback.
Liz, glad you like it - of course, I feel the same way about books!
Hi, Bridget - Happy what's-left-of-Friday! Thanks so much for the kind comments.
Hi, Doraine! Thank you. Hope our paths cross soon?
Matt, thanks for coming by! And I appreciate the encouragement - thank you.
Hi, Fats - I wasn't familiar with that Yeats poem and enjoyed reading it, and about it. :0) And thanks!
Jone, thanks - and I love photos of doors! I found a book by Bob Wilcox (I think it's just called "Doors"?) - that I ordered for inspiration/research. Big book chock-full of door photos from around the globe (no text until credits at the end). You'd probably love it!
It's been so fun to get to know you and watch your art bloom and grow!
Hi, Violet - serendipitous: perfect description. Thank you.
Mary Lee, thank you for herding this group of Poetry Friday cats. It's been a blessing to get to know you and others and participate in these weekly gifts of wonder. :0)