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Artist Introduction, Paul Walls – A painter of motion

Walls, Paul; Grey Day, Muckross Head, County Donegal; Northern Ireland Civil Service;

Grey Day, Muckross Head, County Donegal, By Walls, Paul

I first came across the paintings of Artist Paul Walls at an exhibition called “Currents”, held in the old friary building in Callan, County Kilkenny 2004, and instantly fell in love with his painting style and the resulting art works he produces.

I think it would be fair to say that Paul uses paint in a very loose and direct way on the canvas, I like this style very much!. Paul is one of those artists who’s work you actual need to see face to face to get a true feeling for their paintings and with Paul the depth and movement that each brush stroke has.

I feel that this style of painting is perfect for the subjects Paul captures, (Irish coastlines and countryside) on wet and windy days, days that we do so often get here.

Even when its not raining in Ireland its often windy and the above painting captures this mood so very well, Paul’s use of paint in the trees above the boats I feel captures the movement in a typical Irish day.

There will always be people who like different types of painting styles, some loving very photo realistic landscapes , others love abstract work, personally what I love most about Paul’s work is the overwhelming sense that he has captures a very active landscape and worked with it in a very pro-active fashion.

When viewing Paul’s painting you feel like you have first hand experience of the rain and the cliffs and the stormy sea.

This is the link to Paul Walls web site : Artists Paul walls

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Monday Poetry, The Water Replies – Luke Kennard

The Water Replies Waterford Coastline Nigel Borrington

The Water Replies
Waterford Coastline, Sunrise to Sunset
Nigel Borrington

Luke Kennard
The Water Replies

Maybe we have washed our hands
and drunk deep and swam
and think we know her,
but water’s reputation goes before her like a flood:
she does not suffer fools or gadflies.
Therefore I have prepared some questions.
Where do you get your ideas & your tide from?
Don’t say the moon – that’s really pretentious.
But as I clamber down the coast
I lose my footing and spend our allotted time
tossed around in her backwash,
pummelled by tiny stones.

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When I am baptised I ask the water
Where have the demons gone?
Were they hiding behind the H, the 2 or the O?
I emerge finally able to see that I have not changed,
that I can of myself do nothing, that water decides.
On the towpath behind the church
I wring out my jacket. I ask the water:
Will you convey these thoughts away?
These itching hatreds, toothache of jealousy,
These squalid appetites and dog thirsts?
Just as far as the next city will do.
The ripples of the moon’s tablature.
When was the last time you cried, and why?

I ask the water. I ask the water:
Do you have plans later?

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Mountain Poetry, Ride the foothills by : Denel Kessler

Foothills of Slievenamon Irish Landscape images Nigel Borrington

Foothills of Slievenamon
Irish Landscape images
Nigel Borrington


Denel Kessler

Chinook Skies

cobalt rain
rides the foothills
mountains conspire
in malevolent
cloud lairs

Waterford Coastline, Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

beneath gray waters
she treads
the warming sea
in constant current
scaled desire

Eveing river walk 1

burnished crimson
silver sleek
with ripened need
she lives to die
upstream


House By The Sea – Poem by N Nobu

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House By The Sea – Poem by N Nobu

They lived
in a house by the sea
he and she.
Where sun sheltered
from the waning moon
myriads of stars
and the lightning beams.

They lived
in a house by the sea
he and she.
Where fireflies lit the sky
crickets sang nearby
and gentle waves kissed
the golden sands goodbye.

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They lived
in a house by the sea
he and she.
Fought a little, talked a lot
danced with the breeze
cherishing moment of
bliss and peace.

They lived
in a house by the sea
he and she

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She stooped a little
he antiqued a bit
there vision dimmed
with every passing cloud.

She died
In a house by the sea.
Mermaids tell he never cried
for he knew
Lovers never die
and she awaits otherside
where sea meets the sky…..


Like the waves , Poem by Cyrille Octaviano

Like the waves

Like the waves

Cyrille Octaviano

clashing against one another
Struggling to keep up,
but aware of the power

Rising up,
streaming drown
rushing and hurdling
coming ashore

As the sun radiates
illuminating the water,
I can see crystal clear
there is hope.


The River, a Poem By : Sara Teasdale

Irish rivers Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Irish rivers
Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

The River

I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.

I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
“Be kind and take me back!”

irish river mouth.

But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.

Sara Teasdale :