My inspiration comes from nature, from travelling, from the briefest of flashes that call to me, saying “There is something here. Can you see?”
It is everywhere I look, in the crook of a tree, in the angles of dilapidated human history, in every scent I stop to notice, in the sounds of voices and birds and water.
My muse is life – the broad blue sky, cityscapes and landscapes, the undulating waves, stretches of jewel-green woven with ochre, breeze-blown flowers, hidden cobbled ways.
My muse is life, in all its forms. And I return to her many faces time and time again.
I have many similar pictures of churches and cathedrals in Budapest, from all over Ireland, from Mexico.
Cobbled back streets fascinate me, and I have pictures like this one from France, Italy and Dublin.
I am drawn to water. I have similar pictures of Lake Ontario, the Ottawa River, Muskoka, Mexico, and places I no longer recall.
This could be the bench at the lookout in Gatineau Park.
I took similar pictures in my teenage years of the Muskoka Lakes, and in my twenties, I took pictures of the Killarney Lakes in Ireland which resemble this view as well.