Description
A crisp December wind whipped through Celbridge, Ireland, sending shivers down young Arthur Guinness’s spine. At 34, he was restless. Inheriting a small sum from his late employer, the kindly Bishop Price, had ignited a spark in him. The local brewery, run by his stepmother, felt stifling. Arthur craved a bigger stage, a place to truly brew his own destiny.
News from Dublin buzzed like a bee in his ear. The city was booming, and a financial crisis had created a glut of abandoned properties. Arthur felt a tug in his gut – this was his chance. Bidding farewell to his familiar life, he packed a meager bag and boarded the rickety coach to Dublin.
The city was a cacophony of shouts, smells, and sights. Arthur navigated the cobbled streets, his eyes scanning for the perfect spot. Finally, fate led him to St. James’s Gate. The once-grand brewery sat dormant, a melancholic giant with peeling paint and a silent chimney. Yet, Arthur saw potential – the space, the location, everything whispered opportunity.
He negotiated with the hesitant Rainsford family, finally securing a 9,000-year lease at a steal. The number, though seemingly absurd, felt right to Arthur. It symbolized a commitment, a long game. With the lease signed, Arthur rolled up his sleeves. He cleaned the vats, sourced the finest barley, and experimented with recipes, fueled by a fiery ambition.
His first brews were met with shrugs and a few turned-up noses. Dubliners were accustomed to a lighter ale, and Arthur’s dark porter was a bold departure. But Arthur persevered. He tweaked his recipe, adding roasted barley for a distinctive color and a hint of bitterness. Slowly, word spread. Dockworkers, drawn by the robust flavor and energizing effects, became his first loyal customers.
One chilly evening, a group of well-dressed gentlemen wandered into Arthur’s humble taproom. They sampled the dark brew, their faces creasing in surprise at first, then relaxing into satisfied smiles. Arthur overheard them calling it “a powerful drink,” a “Guinness stout.” A surge of pride filled him. This wasn’t just ale; it was something new, something uniquely his.
That night, under the watchful gaze of the Dublin sky, Arthur stood in his brewery, the yeasty aroma filling his lungs. He knew the adventure had just begun. The small, forgotten brewery at St. James’s Gate was now his canvas, and Arthur Guinness, with a heart full of ambition and a head full of ideas, was ready to paint his masterpiece on the world.
Size : A3 – 42 x 29,7 cm – 11.7 x 16.5 inches
Date of realisation : february 2024
The artworks comes with a certificate of authenticity and is shipped in a box with a tracking number.
