Oil on Canvas
40cm x 40cm
This painting is a contemplation of the pull of one place from another. In Mayo, you can’t but be conscious of all the people who left their home there to make lives elsewhere.
Poverty and hard times made their mark on the populous and this is – to my mind – imbued in the landscape. A stillness but also a sense of constant unfolding. There is a beauty to it that makes me think again of nature as perpetual motion.