Ireland revisited
Sometimes once is not enough
Out of all the places Ron and I could have gone on vacation, we chose to return to Dingle, Ireland.
Our first visit was in 2018. I loved so many things about that trip. Cows the size of horses, sheep of every fleece texture—but most of all the jagged coastline.
It inspired a dozen pieces of art.
I love to be anywhere that has vistas and hills and rocks and the sea.
Dingle is nothing but vistas and hills and rocks and the sea.
Out of all of the awe-inspiring views along the Dingle coast, there is one specific spot that is stuck in my head the way caramel sticks in your teeth.
It’s a place where brambles meet the bay and emerald hills slide into the sea. Sheep bleat and the air smells like spring.
For the past seven years, I’ve tried to paint my spot–but it’s never quite right. Or maybe I should say it never FEELS quite right.
How do you translate spaciousness and possibility onto a piece of paper?
So we returned to Dingle. And I stood on my spot.
It worked like magic, The world unfolded and issued an invitation to feel, breathe, and dream.
I felt calm, connected, and open to every possibility.
Hello friend. Am I happy to see you.
When we got back to the rental house, I took out my paints and imagined that I was still standing on my spot.
My sketches still didn’t quite capture how I felt. But they were, I think, a little bit closer.
I love the playfulness in your strokes.
Now I want to go to that island, and I never want to leave my chair. And your paintings are fascinating. Thank you!