Autumn in Ireland
****CURRENTLY ON EXHIBITION AT THE GALLERY WHITEHEAD UNTIL 30 OCTOBER 2022**** Please contact ninacouser@gmail.com if you would like to register your interest. Many thanks
“…Now Autumn rubs her bosom in the dust,
and smears the clouds with Winter’s grimy skirt,
and all the swift are called to duty, home,
as peat smoke lifts into the eerie dusk…”
I painted this picture of my local area, inspired by that special time at the end of Summer when the evenings grow shorter. It’s like we only had the sun on loan, especially in the Northern Hemisphere, and now the Light has been called back to where it normally belongs.
The scent of the air changes as Autumn begins. The wind begins to feel cooler. You start to crave long sleeves, wool and natural fibres next to your skin. Silhouettes are defined against dramatic sunsets. The streets begin to empty of children. The weather becomes wild and unpredictable. People begin to hurry.
Harvest is a time to reap what you have sown, a practice more important now than never before as Earth’s climate becomes less hospitable. Autumn invites a period of reflection and introspection, slowing down, hibernation, gathering and feasting.
NB: You can read the full poem Autumn here on the Blog
****CURRENTLY ON EXHIBITION AT THE GALLERY WHITEHEAD UNTIL 30 OCTOBER 2022**** Please contact ninacouser@gmail.com if you would like to register your interest. Many thanks
“…Now Autumn rubs her bosom in the dust,
and smears the clouds with Winter’s grimy skirt,
and all the swift are called to duty, home,
as peat smoke lifts into the eerie dusk…”
I painted this picture of my local area, inspired by that special time at the end of Summer when the evenings grow shorter. It’s like we only had the sun on loan, especially in the Northern Hemisphere, and now the Light has been called back to where it normally belongs.
The scent of the air changes as Autumn begins. The wind begins to feel cooler. You start to crave long sleeves, wool and natural fibres next to your skin. Silhouettes are defined against dramatic sunsets. The streets begin to empty of children. The weather becomes wild and unpredictable. People begin to hurry.
Harvest is a time to reap what you have sown, a practice more important now than never before as Earth’s climate becomes less hospitable. Autumn invites a period of reflection and introspection, slowing down, hibernation, gathering and feasting.
NB: You can read the full poem Autumn here on the Blog
****CURRENTLY ON EXHIBITION AT THE GALLERY WHITEHEAD UNTIL 30 OCTOBER 2022**** Please contact ninacouser@gmail.com if you would like to register your interest. Many thanks
“…Now Autumn rubs her bosom in the dust,
and smears the clouds with Winter’s grimy skirt,
and all the swift are called to duty, home,
as peat smoke lifts into the eerie dusk…”
I painted this picture of my local area, inspired by that special time at the end of Summer when the evenings grow shorter. It’s like we only had the sun on loan, especially in the Northern Hemisphere, and now the Light has been called back to where it normally belongs.
The scent of the air changes as Autumn begins. The wind begins to feel cooler. You start to crave long sleeves, wool and natural fibres next to your skin. Silhouettes are defined against dramatic sunsets. The streets begin to empty of children. The weather becomes wild and unpredictable. People begin to hurry.
Harvest is a time to reap what you have sown, a practice more important now than never before as Earth’s climate becomes less hospitable. Autumn invites a period of reflection and introspection, slowing down, hibernation, gathering and feasting.
NB: You can read the full poem Autumn here on the Blog
Autumn
Acrylic
Size 8” x 12” (framed 14” x 17.5”)
Size 20cm x 30cm (framed 36cm x 45cm)
Original Artwork - includes quality black bevelled frame, glazed with white mount, strung ready for hanging.
Please email me at ninacouser@gmail.com if you have any further queries