CALLING ALL ARTISTS:
We are happy to announce a very exciting opportunity at the Yeats Society.
As part of the 60th Yeats International Summer School celebrations, the Yeats Society will be installing a temporary sculpture/artwork to hang from the exterior of the Yeats Building, Sligo. The work will be inspired by the poem The White Birds, by WB Yeats.
We are now accepting expressions of interest to design, make and install this piece.
Deadline: midnight Friday 7 December 2018
See below for more details, application requirements and specifications
We are accepting expressions of interest to design, make and install a temporary sculpture/artwork to hang from the exterior of the Yeats Building, Sligo. The work will be inspired by the poem The White Birds, by WB Yeats, by WB Yeats, by WB Yeats.
The work will form part of the 60th birthday celebrations of the Yeats International Summer School.
The winning artist will be announced on Poetry Day Ireland 2019 (April). The installation of the work will proceed in early June 2019. It will be taken down at end September 2019.
The sculpture will be temporary in nature and cannot cause damage to the building. It must be suitable for the local summer climate. Please note: The Yeats Building is a protected structure on the National Registry. The Building is at the Hyde Bridge, over the River Garavogue, in the centre of Sligo.
The budget for this project is: €5000.
Closing date: midnight Friday 7 December 2018
Please send your expression of interest by email only to: email@example.com, marked WHITE BIRDS in subject box. Please use PDF format. Successful expressions of interest will be invited to make a full submission.
Closing date for EoIs is midnight Friday 7 December 2018
THE WHITE BIRDS by William Butler Yeats
I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!
I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!