Hear The Lowing Earth

Original oil and acrylic on canvas by Andrew Gault

40x30cm unframed

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 I have painted this house many many times and I hope I will paint it many 
more. Fate has gifted me to live here in Ireland, I have my time in a low marshy 
landscape caught between two rivers, one with an anglicised name and the other 
strangely anonymous. The ground is starting to soften and as the moon rises the 
light disappears and more and more of my dander is in blackness, each step seen 
in my mind’s eye imagining the slope the roughness. Now far from the road and 
houses the smell of the dark earth is overwhelming. Once I would share this walk 
with my little terrier and the blue metal of my Russian gun but both of these are 
gone, others long left float in on my thoughts sometimes just to walk with me 
in silence, but they all leave before I get to the style that leads to the road, this 
beautiful long house still stands close to the salt deep anchorage of the great 
dreadnoughts, but these too now are gone.