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dreamcatcher

dreamcatcher from “moin fhionnúrach - fenor bog” collection cobsThe Index Gallery at Central Library, Lady Lane, is the venue for “dreamcatcher.” The collection includes landscape and abstract paintings inspired by Waterford’s natural heritage; including diverse environments from suburban garden to seascapes.
The most recent pieces have their origin in Fenor Bog Nature Reserve and include paintings in oil, a book of photographs and a collection of sound recordings.

Fenor Bog is recognised as an important example of “alkaline fen.” the thirty-two acre National Nature Reserve includes areas of wet woodland willow and alder, swampy grassland, tussock and wet herb swamp, with a reed bed in the pond.

Paintings to date :

fenor bog fenor bog golden fleece

fenor bog weave

Fenor Bog: rushes

oil on canvas: 2008

Fenor Bog: golden fleece

oil on canvas: 2008

Fenor Bog : weave

oil on canvas: 2008

fenor bog phoenix culture night going into the island

Fenor Bog: phoenix

oil on canvas: 2008

Culture Night

acrylic on canvas : 2008

Culture Night

oil on canvas : 2008

moin fhionurach - fenor bog photo book    

moin fhionnurach :fenor gog

photo book : 2008

   

Patterns of Life
I am a pattern seeker.
I trace lines in sand: in rock.
Seek out defining textures in the fabric of my world;
lines of movement; fluid directions.
Shadows conjure theorems
paths of light hold secrets,
dreams and visions; keys to understanding

dreamcatcher – fenor bog
building on what is becoming past
dream of a fertile future
carbon deposits – fibre of being – layered, harvested (mined, used)
future is bright
future is bleak
Dreams and memories
 drifting in mists of past and present.
Capture life’s present
jewelled with mist.

Going into the Island
Motte and Bailey: walled Citadel: an island within an island.
Draw a line - under - the wall of life
defining boundary
defining path into the island.

Life Beyond the Pale
What lies beyond the city wall?
Motte and Bailey of our time
What wetlands were our boundary walls – the conduit of our pride…
Water, food and thatch
Boundary, artery
Way out, way in
clogged and stagnant,
foul and dank
dull and grey
pushed back, pushed back
But tides and fen will rise and find new level
the constant earth is ever shifting
the mountains move
the sun divides

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