Our nations sons joe caslin
Joe caslin art!
COLOUR ON THE MARCH
Since my student days in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s my painting has usually reflected my Belfast roots which could be described synoptically as; Belfast, Catholic and Irish.
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It is not surprising, therefore, that there is a political dimension to my work, although not, I hope, a propagandist one. Belfast has always been an uneasy city in which to live. The sectarian politics of generations have coloured all our perspectives.
Fed on a mishmash of emblems, slogans and religion it is no surprise that we have produced politics, which although colourful, are difficult for the normal stomach to digest.
As a child growing up in Belfast, my earliest memory of the Twelfth of July was hearing the undifferentiated sounds of the marching bands wafting over the city’s rooftops; sometimes loud, sometimes faint as though they were part of Belfast’s inner metabolism.
For me these pulsating sounds represented a furious otherness; an otherness which clenchedly declared not
