This weeks kick about prompt on Red’s Kingdom is the melancholic coo’s of Molly Drake’s I remember. The song brought a tear to my eye, how such a poet can write something so striking about the melancholic juxtaposition of both light and dark. It brought back memories of people that have come and gone out of my life, but also the places where those memories and faces come bubbling up when passing in a car or walking past a particular patch of land, like reveries of times I will never forget.”
This weeks kick about over on Red’s Kingdom is the drawings of Mervyn Peake. I decided to do some really rough 2 minute scribbles of some landscapes. I forgot how nice it is to feel a pencil in your hand and hear the scribbles as they form.
A third and final set of photographs from a journey into an abandoned and forgotten house deep in the countryside and shrouded in nature. I enjoy exploring places like this, although slightly melancholic to see the remnants of people left behind clouded in dust and mildew – the trophies and knitwear full of dust bunnies, the good china left to dip in rotten cabinets. I always how spaces would have looked when it was full of life.
More shots taken from the exploration to the house in Roosters Rest. I would imagine in its hay day this house was probably stylish. Warm woods are implanted throughout with midcentury credenzas and dressers dressing up the bedrooms now being seized by nature. Fireplaces and doors are painted bright colours and those thin patterned curtains providing an ominous ooze of colour from the blinding greens and yellows outside.
Some photography from a neighbouring dilapidated house in sleepy Roosters Rest where the crumbling structure was full of mildew and spiders. The curtains, yellow tinged glass and bright wallpaper oozing colour throughout the walls and halls of this silent place. Like stepping into a time machine.
Some Birch Trees pictured from Roosters Rest Woods this past March. I always love the black and white flakey markings of birch trees, like a textured charcoal drawing smudged and etched into the scenery.
Before you embark and get lost among Roosters Rest Woods, where a lot of photography has been taken such as here, here and here, you first have to climb the picturesque trail that wraps its way up a steep hill. The hill overlooking the neighbouring fields and farms like patchwork not visible in these photos. On the decline, before the tunnel of trees you are greeted with the curious bleating of sheep as they watch in amusement as I jump over fences and gates to disappear amongst the sitka spruces. It was a typical rainy day in Ireland when these photos were taken, not the fun kind of rain that it is a joy to watch where it bounces off everything but the misty kind where it clings to your clothes and saturates everything, and on this day – my camera lens. Although I do like this kind of mist as it adds to the effect of diffusing the scenery, blurring the boundaries of distance and softening the silhouettes of those pesky sheep.
Some more photos from Ireland this past Winter. Taken during a trip to the mysterious Castle Hackett where the Irish fairy folk are housed. I remember vividly the ascent up to the peak of Castle Hackett, it was golden hour and the warming orange rimmed the tree-trunks and lit the flora ablaze.
Some more photos from Ireland this past Winter. I really enjoy editing this way – attempting to turn photos into paintings, to show the glowy nature of the lulled sky. Highlight the crystal like dew drops collated on branches, falling at the twitch of a twig. To reflect the regal peace felt exploring untouched nature.
I couldn’t help but edit some more photos taken from my adventures during my trip back home to Ireland this past Winter. These photos were taken from jumping neighbours fences and weaving in and out of crammed trees deep within the forestry as well as a couple taken from the mysterious Castle Hackett where the fairy folk are in abundance. Again inspired by the exquisite painterly photographs of Belgian photographer Léonard Misonne (1870-1943) I edited these photos in attempt to capture some semblance of the same glowy atmospheric vistas where you would imaging finding something ephemeral and dream like waiting for you.