by helenmcnulty | Aug 27, 2021 | Painting
I was 23 when I made this. It was from a dream of a lot of women marching up from the houses in Leicester (where I lived) and going to a hill. The dream is still vivid. The women left behind everything in the houses and went to the hilltop by the light of a very...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 27, 2021 | Painting, Writing
Not Elsewhere, Here, Acrylic on Canvas, 40 x 40 cm, 2016 I’ve been hiding in the woods like a burrowing animal, making a little person, making a home, making a grown-up life and making art. This painting used to hang on the wall in the hall. It’s of a...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 13, 2021 | Uncategorized
From a Diary in March 2007 (edited 2020) I Spy. by Helen McNulty Stoney-eyed head peeped out of bed at 3 in the morning. I am a soldier entrenched,Scrambling upwards to fight for an unknown and powerful master. A battle between brain and brawn arisesIn the damp....
by helenmcnulty | Aug 10, 2021 | Writing, writing about being a mother, writing about family
My daughter has taken to asking this question to me on numerous occasions in a day. It is my favourite question. Yesterday, I had a tricky mood day, I was feeling very tired and not in any form of gratitude thinking. In the evening, Venus (my girl) asked me the Why...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 6, 2021 | Drawings, Poetry, Writing
The Poetry Room, Helen’s Tower, Clandeboye Estate, Co. Down. 7th November 2017. It occurred to me as I walked up the stairs, with my bare feet on the cold hard carved rock of this fortress, that the people who built it and shaped those stairs had little to...
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