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WHO DO I
THINK I AM?
In Memory of
James White (1913–2003)
Director of the National Gallery of Ireland, 1964–80
&
Terence de Vere White (1912–94)
A Governor & Guardian of the National Gallery of
Ireland, 1955–90
WHO DO I
THINK I AM?
A Memoir
HOMAN POTTERTON
First published in 2017 by
Merrion Press
10 George’s Street
Newbridge
Co. Kildare
Ireland
© 2017, Homan Potterton
9781785371509 (Cloth)
9781785371479 (Kindle)
9781785371486 (Epub)
9781785371493 (PDF)
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Design by Sin É Design
Typeset in Minion 11.5pt
Jacket front: Andrew Festing (b. 1941), Portrait of Homan Potterton in the director’s office of the National Gallery of Ireland, 1986. Exhibited at the Royal Society of Portrait Painters, London, 1987. Oil on canvas, 90 x 110 cm. (Author’s Collection, © The Artist, 1986. Photo: Roy Hewson.)
Jacket back: Thomas Ryan, PRHA (b. 1929), cartoon: Farewell, or The Going of Homan: a Tragedy. Signed and dated: ‘Thomas Ryan 9 June 1988’. The Governors and Guardians of the National Gallery lament the departure of their Director. The one female member of the Board is Ann Reihill. (Author’s Collection.)
Contents
1‘Where There’s Grass, There’s No Brains’
3The College of the Holy and Undivided
4Friendships and Foreign Parts
9Dublin Diary 2, 1973
10Arrival
11The Time of My Life
12To the Land of Saints and Scholars
13Official and Other Secrets
14In Demand
15Two Bequests
16Our Leader
17Under the Goya
18Midnight near Moone
19My Knitting in the Fire
Appendix: Homan Potterton's Publications
Prologue
‘The National Gallery Restaurant’ by Paul Durcan
One of the snags about the National Gallery Restaurant
Is that in order to gain access to it
One has to pass through the National Gallery.
I don’t mind saying that at half past twelve in the day,
In my handmade pigskin brogues and my pinstripe double-vent,
I don’t feel like being looked at by persons in pictures
Or, worse, having to wax eloquent to a client’s wife
About why it is that St Joseph is a black man
In Poussin’s picture of ‘the Holy Family’:
The historical fact is that St Joseph was a white man.
I’d prefer to converse about her BMW – or my BMW –
Or the pros and cons of open-plan in office-block architecture.
I clench the handle of my briefcase
Wishing to Jesus Christ that I could strangle Homan Potterton–
The new young dynamic whizz-kid Director.
Oh
