Monday, July 18, 2011

For Emily

'Bluebell Woods'  Oil on Canvas  Patricia Kavanagh
"A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell".

                              'The Bluebell' by Anne Bronte

Friday, July 15, 2011

Morning Haze

'Morning Haze'  Oil on Canvas  Patricia Kavanagh

"Put the saddle on the mare, for the wet winds blow;
There's winter in the air, and autumn all below.
For the red leaves are flying and the red bracken dying,
And the red fox lying where the oziers grow.

Put the bridle on the mare, for my blood runs chill;
And my heart, it is there, on the heather-tufted hill,
With the gray skies o'er us, and the long-drawn chorus
Of a running pack before us from the find to the kill.

Then lead round the mare, for it's time that we began,
And away with thought and care, save to live and be a man,
While the keen air is blowing, and the huntsman holloing,
And the black mare going as the black mare can". 
                          'A Hunting Morning'  Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


These two guys sit at my studio door all day long.  
They take turns to walk around the yard to check on things!

A new friend for Zach!  Can't believe Kaiser was so small!

Monday, July 11, 2011

Finavara, Co Clare

'Tranquility at Finavara'  Oil on Canvas  Patricia Kavanagh

'By the Shore, Finavara'  Oil on Canvas  Patricia Kavanagh

'Sunset at Finavara'  Oil on Canvas  Patricia Kavanagh

Saturday, July 2, 2011

An Artist's Studio in the Making!

The disused stables had become a store for unwanted household items.  Now that the 
work had begun I looked on in disbelief that this shambles could ever become a studio. 

Interior walls knocked down

Wires and rubble everywhere!

At Last!

Anyone for Coffee?

Memories of Sligo

'Benbulben, Co Sligo'  Oil on Canvas  Patricia Kavanagh

"Twilight, red in the West
Dimness, a glow on the wood
The teams plod home to rest,
The wild duck come to glean.

from The Wild Duck by John Masefield

'Mullaghmore, Co Sligo'  Oil on Canvas  Patricia Kavanagh

Fun with Pencils