By Andrew Gault
Original acrylic on board
When I paint Belfast and it’s Lough I am overwhelmed with the conflict of emotions,home, yet a troubled city, still healing, scars never disappear I still remember... by chance I read some of Pádraig ÓTuama’s work...
. “These fields go further than you think they do
That darkness is my father walking away
It is my shadow I tell this to”