When?

This is something I am working on at present.. I find it hard to ‘stop painting’ sometimes..it’s like my conscience is whispering to stop but I can’t. Physically, I feel compelled to work some of my paintings up and up until they are almost smothered.. that is where I ‘go’ when I surround myself with my subject..

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Today

Nothing but the sound of birds and the soft humid breeze here today. This was the top of one of the Wicklow mountains. Maulin, just above Crone woods. My eyes stretched so so far in all angles. I am working on a few pieces at the moment and this trip from the bottom where I parked the car to the hill top where I ended up, will be part of the paintings .

A Look at Djouce Mountain, from Maulin

Pine Shadows

Perhaps the title is decided for this next piece. A work in progress- I just painted another layer onto the painting, playing with tree poses and silhouettes. 

  
Recalling the dark sky descending onto the treetops where the clouds met the forest fog, from my viewpoint inside the woods with wet socks and warm feet, I just observe..

Something Ready

I think I’ve finished this piece. Unfolding Autumn came to mind as I walked in the woods a few weeks ago. It was between summer and autumn painting this.

Sometimes finishing a painting is a lot like saying good-bye to a part of myself.. (we were having such an interesting conversation. Come back again soon?…) There is a fear about that..

      
   

Work In Progress # ‘stop point’ 

This is a work in progress.. I never know where a painting will go when I begin and sometimes I wonder more for the finished ones.. It’s hard to put a ‘stop point’ on a work at times. I think it’s more organic than that.. It’s interesting how the dialogue changes through creating a visual narrative and how the dialogue actually ends when the painting is somewhat finished. To me I think the mystery of art lays somewhere inbetween.