by helenmcnulty | Apr 14, 2023 | Drawings, Storytelling, writing about family, writing about fathers
Dr Bach aka Daddy on New Year’s Day 2020 | Pencil on Paper | 21 x 14cm | January 2020---When we were children, daddy would make for each of us our own unique concoction of the Bach Flower Remedies. I needed cherry plum, mustard and something else I...
by helenmcnulty | May 6, 2022 | Drawings, Writing, writing about being a mother
First Portrait I couldn’t move, but I could draw. I had a green pen, almost all the ink was gone. It was scraping along the little book I had set aside to put the notes of what it was to be mummy for the first time. The book was small. I forgot that my...
by helenmcnulty | Dec 10, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Writing, Writing About Northern Ireland, Writing about the nature
The byre was left there with material traces of the two of them in it. The house locked up and bits of medicine and old bandages lay on the windowsill and spoke of final days of nursing and comforting. A tilly lamp whose glass was covered over with layers of dust, had...
by helenmcnulty | Nov 5, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Self Portaits
by helenmcnulty | Nov 5, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Self Portaits
Self Portrait 18 x 24cm Watercolour on Paper April...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 27, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Writing
The week we moved in I was scratching my skin until it was torn to bits. The house was dormant for a good long time and the sofa had fleas living in it. My skin doesn’t like fleas, or ticks, or horseflies or midges or mosquitoes. I flare up like a balloon and...
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