For a girl who spent most of her twenties in raptures over abstract art, I find myself increasingly drawn to familiar landscapes. I wonder if memory is overtaking my need for unfettered expression. Art that summons something from my past has a hold on me these days.
And I have to confess, I'm having perhaps unrealistic ideas about what I might acquire when I go home, but I think a little canvas of a familiar place might be a special treasure to find. I find myself thinking about the sea, of course, but also about the muted tones of bog landscapes. These paintings are by Rosemary Carr from the Kenny Gallery.
I have to laugh. The palette that I think is so uniquely "me" is basically what Ireland looks like much of the time!