Bliss exhibition
The Linenhall Library
17 Donegall Square North
Belfast BT1 5GB
Monday 6th Jan - Friday 31st January, 2014
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Bliss – Mumbles...Mornings
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Mumbles...Mornings
The work Tracey is exhibiting in 'Bliss' at the Linenhall Library 17 Donegall Square North, Belfast as part of two exhibitions 'Domestic Bliss' is titled 'Mumbles Mornings'.
'Mumbles...Mornings' 2014 marks the centenary of the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas's birth. Tracey's Instagram photography captures the natural beauty and ever changing skylines of the bay that Dylan Thomas looked out upon during his most formative years when he created some of his most outstanding work. Finding herself in the area through an unexpected turn up a random road she became absorbed by the same landscape for over a two year period which unbeknown to her was the same changing landscape that had turned the frustrated local lad into a creative global icon. Bill Drummond artist and former front man of KLF attributes to Tracey (in his most recent book '100') the Dylan Thomas line 'Do not go gentle into that good night ...Rage, rage against the dying of the light.' 'Mumbles Mornings' focus on the light.
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas