Patrick Scott: The golden boy of Irish art
Scott died on Friday morning, aged 93. At his family’s request, the launch went ahead as planned.
Image Space Light is a joint venture, between IMMA and VISUAL Carlow, where a second exhibition opened on Tuesday.
That exhibition features a new work by Scott’s friend, artist Corban Walker.
Just back from the Patrick Scott exhibition. Lovely way to spend an afternoon. @IMMAIreland have done him proud. #pscott
— Walter Jayawardene (@wjayawardene) February 15, 2014
At IMMA, Walker spoke of Scott’s encouragement of his career. The two shared an interest in architecture.
Walker recalled how Scott, a close neighbour in Dublin, was a frequent visitor to his family’s home. “He’d pull up outside in his Renault 4, in jeans and striped socks, and he was always a jovial presence in the house.”
Walker recalled attending parties at Scott’s second home, in Co Wicklow. They were always lively affairs. “They say the Zulus dance from their shoulders down. Well, Pat danced from his eyebrows down,” he said.
View from the great hall at IMMA to the Formal Gardens #pscott #opening pic.twitter.com/XXpCvFWcyf
— IMMA (@IMMAIreland) February 15, 2014
Scott’s partner, Eric Pearce, spoke of being devastated by Scott’s passing, but said how appropriate it was that he had died on Valentine’s Day, with a full moon in the sky: the artist was famous for his gold-disc paintings.
V appropriate to see this perfect golden disc, emerging from #PatrickScott exhibition launch @IMMAIreland Shine on :) pic.twitter.com/fe6jfcfC37
— Catherine Giltrap (@TCDArtCurator) February 15, 2014
Pearce spoke of Scott in the present tense. “Pat Scott is a rascal,” he said.
He recalled how Scott had once attended a party in the late art collector, Basil Goulding’s summer home in Co Wicklow. Those in attendance had to cross a narrow stream.
When the fashion designer, Sybil Connolly, fell in, Scott, an agnostic, was heard to quip, “There must be a God after all.”
Scott’s sense of humour stayed with him to the end. One of his last commissions was for the Mater Hospital, in Dublin: two tapestries he struggled to name. “We talked about it one day,” said Pearce, “and the names Pat settled on were ‘What’s The?’ and ‘It Doesn’t’. Life with Pat was like that, full of laughter.”
Scott was waked by his family and friends at his home on Baggot Lane, in Dublin, on Friday.
There was no funeral service, as the artist had donated his remains to the Royal College of Surgeons.

