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 | Jul 16, 2021 | Painting, Storytelling, Writing, Writing about the nature
Helios’ Son I swear I saw a yellow ball fly past in a chariot over the sky. There was some young fella holding on to the reigns for dear life while a big winged horse looking creature swooped and swerved all over the shop. There must have been something in that...
by helenmcnulty | Apr 16, 2021 | Notebooks, Painting, Writing, Writing About Northern Ireland, Writing about the nature
Drumskinny (from Irish Droim Scine, meaning ‘ridge of the knife/edge’) I I went down to the river where my phone repeatedly beeped in my pocket: ‘Welcome to the United Kingdom”. Another message, on the other side of Europe, saying that I was...
by helenmcnulty | Mar 19, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Writing, Writing about Personal Development, Writing about the nature
Painted in 2006 from inside a hospital Day room. (A4 Paper ) I imagined the outside, this hopeful place, this place where I would be free to roam and free to be and free to see the world. Here is an excerpt from the diary that this was painted in: Until Concept...
by helenmcnulty | Mar 12, 2021 | Photography, Poetry, Writing, Writing about the nature
The Bridge… In summer, daisies poke out of cracks in the walls.It was made in the late 1600s to help the horses across the road on their way to Dublin from the mines in Glenmalure and Glendalough. The Avonmore River dashes through it in the winter and flows like...
by helenmcnulty | Mar 5, 2021 | A Whirly Drift, Photography, Writing, Writing about the nature
On the last day of the year where the day and night are the same length, the sun is somehow warmer and breathes heavier. The plants on Monday set out big flowers for the day and the mushrooms in the woods exposed trusses that you didn’t have to walk a mile to...
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