Cath O’Leary

11-25 October 2014

Brisons Veor sits in a wild place on the edge of things. Most days that I was there winds varied between 20 and 50 mph, catching the tail end of hurricane Gonzales one night, leaving a day of flying foam and bubbling sea.

I kept my options open before arriving, knowing that I am influenced unpredictably by place and time so bringing a carload of paper, card, canvass, clay, paint and ink. My one statement to everyone was that I would not be painting the sea. Maybe the rockpools…

Living next to the sea for two weeks with its sound, the tides, changing colours and moods – going to sleep and waking up hearing it, walking on cliff paths and sitting on rocks, my work became all about it. I tried to make it from paper clay, a new material for me that taught me to slow down and be patient. I painted the colours, the way it made me feel and set up a table in front of the upstairs door the day after the storm and drew in ink with sticks and seedheads. I wrote, then stamped words into clay, painted with slip, drew with found charcoal in my sketchbook. The work that I produced stands both as initial studies and/or work done in the moment.

Brisons Veor is the place where I have felt most creative, most alive and most completely comfortable in my own skin. My pace of life was different. I am an impulsive artist who is now learning to play the long game.

More images will be slowly added to https://catholeary.wordpress.com/ in the new year.

a shoal of seagulls silently cruises the  evening sky (unfired)

a shoal of seagulls silently cruises the  evening sky (unfired)

brisons view

brisons view

day after gonzales

day after gonzales

sea clay (unfired)

sea clay (unfired)

text pots (unfired)

text pots (unfired)