Paints represent a sort of non-verbal language for me. I actually find it hard to put into words how I feel about paints. I have a “feeling” in my stomach and I want to wave my hands about a bit to express those feelings. I don’t know if other artists are like this. I see colours in life and think of the paints I might use to represent them on the canvas. This blog is about a particular shade of blue.
We saw Mount Errigal when we flew in from Dublin, from the runway at the airport, from the beach at Carrickfinn, From Bunbeg beach, from the Rosses, from Gweedore.
David Fry
Commissions are usually pretty interesting because they will challenge me in some way or another. This particular commission’s challenge was about scale.
I needed to paint this picture. I have painted a lot of landscapes lately and I was missing the challenge of the human form.
An account of the posters and events of Swansea’s Climate Strike Protest September 2019.
The ferry to Tory Island runs all year round. In the summer months (June onwards) there are extra sailings. We had decided to get an early boat as Seamas, my husband said the weather forecast was for sunshine in the morning, cloudy around midday and then sunshine in…
