The child-like quality in Tadhg Mcsweeney’s work is deliberate, the attempt of an adult to find a way through his experience of living, writes Brian Lynch
When Tadhg McSweeney died in 2018, the national media published no obituary. They should have – but the omission is understandable. Although he had studied in the National College of Art and Design between 1959 and 1960, and exhibited at the RHA, the Oireachtas, Group 65 and the Independent Artists’ annual exhibitions, his fourteen one-man shows in Cork, Dublin, San Francisco, Hamburg, Killarney and London were held in fairly obscure galleries. And the last time he achieved some measure of recognition was when he won a special category award at the Arnotts Portrait Competition in 1992
