JOURNAL 2015Posted: August 16, 2015
Ireland Visit 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2015
This morning before my second cup of coffee I took a short walk down the road from Fushia – I wanted to get a better look at the mountain. I can see it from my work table and every time I look up it appears a little different depending on the play of light. Last night I attempted to do a graphite sketch of it but of course every time I looked at it the lights and shadows would be in different places. I finally decided to take a photo of it and use that for reference for a future study.
In yesterday’s post I mentioned a book I bought when I was in a gift shop at Kylemore Abbey. Since it is written by a local archaeologist, Michael Gibbons, it contains very interesting historical information – which I will relate in later blog postings.
The book also has 30 watercolor paintings that illustrate most of the subject matter. The watercolors were painted by German born Reingard Gahan who now lives in Connemara.
Gahan’s watercolor of the mountain that is in the painting that was chosen for the cover of the book does a wonderful and very successful job communicating the presence of the mountains I have seen here in Connemara. I will strive to create that same presence with my work while I’m here – knowing that each time I try I may get a little closer to achieving it. Below are 3 other watercolor paintings that are in the book.
After I had my second cup of coffee I walked the short distance into the village of Letterfrack. I found a place to have a nice breakfast then I decided to explore. I walked down the main road outside of Letterfrack going towards Kylemore Abbey. One of the things I noticed is that the trees here are beautiful. In several places off the road were little secret places with moss covered trees and ferns. I didn’t take any photos because the places were quite dark compared to the sunshine I was standing in (I thought the photos would end up very dark). Tomorrow when I visit Connemara National Park maybe I can find some to photograph.
The road was very busy and most sections of it are very narrow. I have decided that from now on I will do most of my walking in the National Park.
Sharing this from “Walking On The Pastures Of Wonder” by John O’Donohue:
“There is something eternal about the landscape. It wants to address us but we are not subtle enough to pick it up. The radar of our senses, while beautiful, is incredibly limited. This is illustrated for me by a parable I was once told. There was a stone in the corner of a meadow and under the stone lived a colony of ants. They were just ordinary ants but among them lived a genius ant, an Einstein ant. One day the board of the colony addressed the genius ant, telling it that there was nothing more for it to learn and it would have to leave them and go out into the world. So on a misty October evening the colony bestowed its valediction on the genius and it made its entry into the world. There happened to be a totally non-metaphysical horse grazing nearby. Regardless of how brilliant our genius ant is, it will never be able to perceive the horse, such is the disproportion in size . . . So I wonder are there presences all around us, that because of the disproportion between our senses and their presence we are not picking up at all?“
I went out for an evening walk for the weather was so glorious . . .