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I've always been in awe of the storyteller, those gifted
people who so fluidly guide you into their fantasy worlds,
who submerge you so deeply, you cry, laugh and even seethe
with anger and frustration.
To me, this is true magic, possessing the rare skill of
creating something from nothing, evoking such passion and
Growing up I found words didnt come so easily to me. Art
became my creative channel. I was transformed into the
Cailleach Feasa, the storyteller, were I recorded and
recollected all the tales from times gone by, breathing
life back into places and quirky characters I met along
I grew up in a small village in Donegal and like most
small communities in Ireland it was filled with the most
As a child my head was filled with fantastical stories
told and dramatised by neighbours and family, the gatekeepers
of local history.
These tales, were of course, exaggerated and embellished
with such fun and gusto, like only true Irish seanchai
could, that I couldnt help growing up with a great love of
the people around me and all their fascinating antics.
In my work I narrate the stories with colour and humour as
over the years theyve formed and shaped in my memory.
My paintings become the text, and you, the reader.