A panel from Harry Clarke’s gorgeous stained glass window, completed in 1930 just before Clarke’s death, celebrating Irish literature, made to be presented by the Irish government to the League of Nations. But the Irish government got cold feet, perhaps because it had sexual tension in it, perhaps because Clarke was so gloriously sexual even when he’s being good, and eventually Clarke’s widow bought it back from the government, to rescue it from the darkness it was being kept in. It’s now in the Wolfsonian Museum in Miami Beach, and I stared at it for as long as I could when I was there before, reluctantly, moving on.
(Beneath it, not a great picture of the whole window, all 8 panels.)
This is where it starts: http://digital.wolfsonian.org/WOLF013134/00001?search=clarke
Tercer-Sol 