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 | Dec 3, 2021 | Painting
The Snow on Eugene Street. Oil on Canvas. 20 x 20 cm....
by helenmcnulty | Dec 3, 2021 | Painting
by helenmcnulty | Dec 3, 2021 | Painting
Struggle. Oil on Paper. 25 x 20 cm....
by helenmcnulty | Dec 3, 2021 | Painting
The ...
by helenmcnulty | Nov 12, 2021 | Painting, writing about family
Immersed in the light of the sun, she bathes with the angels. 2005. I sat by her bedside, she was laid out in a purple velvet scarf, her red hair gone. My camera was in my bag, my camera was always in my bag. So, I took it out and took her picture, in the dead...
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