by helenmcnulty | Jun 22, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Writing, writing about family
She was 93 and I think, by now, 99 people came from her.One woman in an armchair, in an old vernacular farmhouse, by a lake, in a borderland in Ireland who drew the world into her like a hug.I can feel the texture, and smell the smell of her fadge bread with hunks...
by helenmcnulty | Jun 4, 2021 | Painting
Lovely Lough Erne, Oil On Canvas, 2003, Helen...
by helenmcnulty | Jun 4, 2021 | Painting
by helenmcnulty | Jun 4, 2021 | Painting
Lough Melvin 2006 Oil on Canvas (Private collection,...
by helenmcnulty | Jun 4, 2021 | Painting, Poetry, Writing
Reflections of the Dublin Grand Canal, 100cm x 100cm, Oil and Charcoal on Canvas, 2012, Helen McNulty Down Sinking into the wave an inch from earth Drowning in a shallow hypnosis Rippling footsteps disintegrate the built world Leaving a fractured trace of reality in...
by helenmcnulty | May 21, 2021 | Painting, Self Portaits, Writing
Pomme, Self Portrait, Oil on Board, 75 x 75cm 2010 The Black Hat Empyrean Heights lay underneath his black felt hat, hiding deceptive black eyes. Lucifer was once an angel and if he were a real thing, he’d stride through cobble streets just like yer one, playing music...
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