by helenmcnulty | Dec 3, 2021 | Painting
The ...
by helenmcnulty | Nov 12, 2021 | Painting, writing about family
Immersed in the light of the sun, she bathes with the angels. 2005. I sat by her bedside, she was laid out in a purple velvet scarf, her red hair gone. My camera was in my bag, my camera was always in my bag. So, I took it out and took her picture, in the dead...
by helenmcnulty | Nov 12, 2021 | Painting
by helenmcnulty | Nov 5, 2021 | Poetry, Writing
In moments aloneI am proneTo checking my phoneI am a drone I remember beforeBefore the screenI’d lie on the floorAnd check in on my dreams I’d stare at the ceiling and scroll through my mindI’d feel the cold floor, be a body, defined. Ideas would...
by helenmcnulty | Nov 5, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Self Portaits
by helenmcnulty | Nov 5, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Self Portaits
Self Portrait 18 x 24cm Watercolour on Paper April...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 31, 2021 | Writing
Clouds in Trousers (Leipzig 2015) By Helen McNulty Time fades as Buckets and spades of logical rain Fall in muddy Prussian streams from the Clouds in Trousers. I sang to Napolean on the hill The royal Corsican. I heard Frank Harte in my heart Refulgent beams in his...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 27, 2021 | Painting
Ten years ago during the big snow, I lived in this little alcove in Dublin 8 for a wee while, in a gorgeous cottage that was hidden behind big apartments on Cork Street. It turned out to be a bit of a threatening place, in the end, it took a while before I noticed the...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 27, 2021 | Painting, Writing
First Car I thought it was silver The night Daddy drove home up Hudson Heights Hill. We were kneeling on the top of the sofa Looking out the window for the surprise. Mummy said one was coming. We couldn’t wait to see what it was. A part of me thought it was...
by helenmcnulty | Aug 27, 2021 | Drawings, Painting, Writing
The week we moved in I was scratching my skin until it was torn to bits. The house was dormant for a good long time and the sofa had fleas living in it. My skin doesn’t like fleas, or ticks, or horseflies or midges or mosquitoes. I flare up like a balloon and...
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