Louis-le Brocquy-Obituary

Louis le Brocquy

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DUBLIN (AP) - Irish expressionist painter Louis le Brocquy, who was best known for abstract portraits of Ireland's literary and artistic stars, died Wednesday. He was 95.

Irish President Michael D. Higgins praised le Brocquy's work as "amongst this country's most valuable cultural assets."

His family said he died in his Dublin home with his wife of 54 years, the artist Anne Madden, at his side. The cause of death was not announced, but he had been ill for the past year.

Born in Dublin in 1916, le Brocquy traveled widely in Europe throughout his seven-decade career and was an accomplished painter in oil and watercolors, an illustrator, lithographer, sculptor and tapestry maker. His best-known works regularly commanded six-figure prices at auctions over the past two decades, reflecting his status as Ireland's greatest living painter.

In the late 1930s he studied art in London and Venice, settled in the French Riviera, but fled back to Ir eland to avoid Nazi occupation in 1940.

His first major paintings in 1945-47 were Cubist portraits of Ireland's often-demonized Gypsy community, the travellers, produced during his frequent trips into the rural west of Ireland.

His work wasn't initially appreciated in his conservative homeland. His first masterpiece, the grey-and-white oil on canvas "A Family" in 1951, was brusquely rejected for display in Dublin. However it won accolades at the Venice Biennale and today is featured in a major display of le Brocquy's works in the National Gallery of Ireland, where he became the only living Irish artist to be included in the gallery's Permanent Irish Collection.

As a contemporary member of Ireland's cultural elite, he spent decades producing unique images of artists and writers - and sought, he said, to capture a glimmer of their souls.

"Clearly, it is not possible to paint the spirit. You cannot paint consciousness," le Brocquy said in a 1995 interview . "You start with the knowledge we all have that the most significant human reality lies beneath material appearance.

"So, in order to recognize this, to touch this as a painter, I try to paint the head image from the 'inside out' as it were, working in layers or planes, implying a certain flickering transparency," he said.

Among his subjects were playwright Samuel Beckett, fellow artists Picasso and Francis Bacon, author James Joyce, poets W.B. Yeats and Seamus Heaney, and singer Bono. That latter 2003 portrait fronted a global Irish advertising campaign called "The Irish mind."

Le Brocquy received Dublin's highest honor, the Freedom of the City, in 2007.

He is survived by his wife and their two sons, Pierre and Alexis. Relatives said a public service commemorating his life would be held Saturday at St. Patrick's Cathedral in Dublin but his funeral that day would be private.

SHAWN POGATCHNIK, Associated Press


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Safe home Louis le Brocquy, safe home.

To the family: As you grieve of sadness may the "hearer of prayer" help you to endure this time of sorrow and grant you peace. My deepest condolences. (Psalms 65:2)

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Denise & Brendan: I am so very sorry for the loss of your Dad & Grandpa. My thoughts & prayers are with you at this sad time.

I am so sorry for your lost. May you and your family rely on God in this time if grief.

Rest In Paradise, Kind Gentle Man. Thank you for your many contributions to Ireland and to all mankind. Condolences to your family. A favored and familiar poem I offer, for you shall live on in hearts of family, friends, and art admirers, by Mary Elizabeth Frye:
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there;
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain....

SO SILENT WAS YOUR LEAVING
by Robert M. H. Zirbel

So silent was your leaving,
Not a sound to say goodbye,
Just a silence that you left behind
And that silence seemed to say
“Please, please…
Do not grieve…
For I just had to go.”

So silent was your leaving,
Uttering not a painful cry
Nor even a fearful moan.
And that silence seemed to say
“Please, please…
Do not grieve…
For I just had to go.”