Presented by
Arthaven Gallery, Crosshaven

The Return of

The Polksadots

Don’t miss them

on Friday 16th February, 2007 @ 2030hrs
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A fusion blend of world rhythms from Bulgaria , Russia , South America , Turkey and Scandinavia , The Polskadots deliver a dynamic and rich combination of powerful instrumentals on fiddle, box, mandolin and percussion, interspersed with soulful Eastern European songs. What emerges from this lively consortium of musical talent is an energetic journey which charts its way through far off, colourful, and alluring lands.

Based in Cork , they have been drawing serious music enthusiasts since their formation in 2005 when a captive and riveted audience jumped on the Polskadot’s wagon.

The Polskadots are…
Marja- fiddle..
Sirpa- accordion..
George- mandolin..
Cat- drum, egg and vocals Eileen- guitar/vocals and a bit of drum


Tickets: €12 including complimentary glass of wine.
Booking/ further information on: 021 4833601

Art Haven Gallery,Lower Road,Crosshaven,Co. Cork

t: 00 353 21 4833601e: info@havenartists.co

http://arthaven.blogspot.com/

INTERESTED IN ART CLASSES?

LAST CHANCE!!

I am pleased to inform you that, pending numbers, we will be commencing an 8 week Adult Art Course, on Wednesday 24th January @ 7pm- 9pm.

The teacher is a qualified and very experienced Art Teacher and practising artist, and will cater for your interests in various media. The cost for the 8 week course is €95 and is payable on the first night of the course.

The deadline for enrolling on this course is Friday 12th January, so if you would like to avail of this opportunity, kindly get in touch to confirm your interest at your earliest convenience.

Also note that a minumum of 8 people is required for us to run the class, so spread the word!

Best Wishes for 2007 from us all

@

Art Haven Gallery,Lower Road,Crosshaven,Co. Cork

t: 00 353 21 4833601e: info@havenartists.comb: http://arthaven.blogspot.com/

A Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don;t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do not kow how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

a poem by Pulitzer Prize Poet, Mary Oliver