Dreamscape: The House On The Edge Of The Cliff

Dreamscape The House On The Edge Of The Cliff

My home stands a mere 160 metres from the eastern side of Garryvoe Beach.  Eight to ten foot high clay cliffs are constantly eroded by wave action; each year between a foot and a metre of ground are washed into the sea.  About once or twice a year I get a recurring dream where the cliff has suddenly come up to the house just outside the fence.  Like a lot of anxiety themed dreams, just before the house falls down, the dream ends.  Skies are always dark in my bad dreams where landscapes feature.  The painting looks real to match how vivid the dream feels but if you look at where the windows should be in the house, the background sky is visible instead of walls.  Therefore the house is a façade and imagined. The painting is also a prophecy, it’s only a matter of time before the cliffs do come up to the house, depending on how bad global warming kicks in.

Storm Darwin Over Ballycotton Bay From Garryvoe – Sold

Storm Darwin Over Ballycotton Bay From Garryvoe

On 12th February, 2014 Ireland and Britain were hit by a storm, the last in a series which started in the previous December. That afternoon, the winds whipped up causing the worst gusts experienced in many years. I went down to the nearby strand, Garryvoe, and witnessed the highest waves I’d seen in years. The islands are barely peeping above the sea. For the painting, I darkened the sky a bit, to make the waves stand out more. The sun was shining from the right, highlighting parts of the sea.

Spring View of Garryvoe

Spring View of Garryvoe

This is the fourth painting of the same view, so I’ve all four seasons covered. Springs in previous years had harsh weather, so in 2011 with a pleasant April, my opportunity came.

Midwinter View of Garryvoe

Midwinter View of Garryvoe

In late December, 2009 a severe cold stretch of weather began that continued into early 2010. This painting records that time. Fortunately, because where I live is so close to the sea we were spared the worst of the snow and ice as can be seen from the fields, where muted greys and browns can be seen rather than a continuous blanket of white. This is my third painting in my series of painting the same view over four seasons.