Inspired by the colours and weather of the Irish landscape. Some days the damp fog hugs the hills and never clears. We live in a permanent cloud. The light glows blue, grey and green. But there is magic in this fertile moisture. In the morning, the sun glints against gems of new petals, unfurled overnight, fat with pearls of dew, nestled against shards of grass.
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Acrylic, ink, conte crayon on raw canvas, with the painting extending over the edges. Hand-stretched on museum-grade, aluminium stretchers. Signed on reverse, unframed and ready to hang.