Words and Pictures – Blog
The Hills Above Agios Giordos
Entropy. A family; A mum wears a black bikini, thirty years old, she has tattoos on her legs and arms of flowers, A dad wears tight shorts, thirty years old, he has tattoos on his back of a map to somewhere, A daughter wears a stringy pink bikini, twelve years old, A...
Ubiquitous
They say Padre Pio could be in two places at once.Then again, I may be mistaken,It may have been St Francis of Assisi -I never was good at remembering the saints. We had a picture of Padre PioAbove the door going into the back porch,The Sacred Heart in the living...
Painting Asta
Painting Asta I held your image in my hand and didn't know that it wasn't you. Two paintings sit abandoned. Like a tiger ghost estate. An ambition that was too much. Now I can't go back. To where you were. To see your hair. To see your chair. To feel the woollen hug....
Nymphaeaceae
Nymphaeaceae - Digital Image, 2007, Helen McNultyNymphaeaceae Among tea breaks and doing the dishesMy memory floats like the water lilies.Pretty little teacup flowersSailing by on waxy green saucers. Under the spell of old glory (that never was, really)I slip head...
Butterflutterfly
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 eyesight is not the best.
Foresight not the best.
You lay there feeding.
I couldn’t move, but I could draw.
I could try to draw what it was to be mummy for the first time.
With green scratchy ink running out on my lovely hand-made, not made for drawing in, too small book.
It is the most precious drawing I own, and sits on my desk every day.
Preparation for Lockdown
Preparation for Lockdown.by Helen McNulty March 2020I am making listspreparing for lockdownalmost believing in the possibilityof an absurd end. A tingle in my nose scared me half to death.Worldometer announced the first fatality in Ireland. Who is this democratic...
The Byre
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...
The Snow
The Snow on Eugene Street. Oil on Canvas. 20 x 20 cm. 2010
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Wicklow Mountains, Ireland