Cruit Island | Donegal | Winter and Spring '14-’15

Crossing the causeway from mainland Donegal onto Cruit Island I always get a feeling of excitement and anticipation (even if it is a rather small crossing and It’s not exactly somewhere new to me!)

Part of a constellation of islands and inlets dotted around Donegal’s west coastline in the An Ros region, Cruit Island is one of my favourite spots to visit during the more quieter months of winter and early spring. With its many secret coves and hidden beaches only accessible at low tide there is something special about the remoteness and isolation you can feel, only to be reminded of you’re location when you catch a glimpse of Mt Errigal towering over the horizon. In Winter the elements create an atmosphere of excitement and elation as the winds and pounding waves of the Atlantic crash in around the island. Catching the low light on an evening walk along one of the many beaches, the light hits the sand and boulders to create a golden glow, with islands like Arranmore fading into the distance in purples and greys.

Connemara | Co. Galway | Jun '18

I've been meaning to get back into the Maumturks for years now, ever since my first visit  in Feb '15, and finally in June I managed to get away for a few days into the hills! The trip was made all the more fantastic with the beautiful weather we had- a stark contrast from the moody and dark landscapes we encountered last time during the winter months.

Starting from Mám Éan, we followed the pilgrimage trail through to the middle leg of the Maumturk range. Through an unusual spell of humidity we climbed up to the top of the ridge to find summer-hazed views of both the Twelve Bens and the rest of the Maumturks stretch out infront of us, with the many islands and inlets down to the sea shrouded in a dusky shade of blue. Along the ridge we climbed in a stillness that I've only ever experienced when at the top of a mountain, with only a sheep's call cutting through the silence. From the summit of our highest point at Binn idir an dá Log we then descended out of the dusky haze to see the landscape stretch out before us as visibility improved.

Making the most of the long stretches, the day was suitably finished off with a swim in one of the beautiful white sandy beaches along the Atlantic.  

Connemara | Co. Galway | Feb '15

Documentation of trip to the wild and rugged Connemara on the West Coast of Ireland, February 2015.

Collection of plein air studies and 35mm film which made up body of travel reportage work of Connemara.

Inspired by the W.B Yeats poem The Lake Isle of Innisfree:

" And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings. "

sketchbook plein air studies: Connemara

sketchbook plein air studies: Connemara