My family heralds from Ireland and I've long had a romantic attachment to the Emerald Isle.
In Emerald Valley I paint an ideal vision of the "auld sod" that I like to believe could still be found, if you knew where to look. God's heavenly light pours from the skies, illuminating a landscape so verdantly green that it suggests the bounty of nature unspoiled. It seems in Ireland storms are eternally either passing by or roaring in.
In Emerald Valley I create a village scene that suggests a timeless way of life. Here dirt farmers haul a freshly harvested load of hay for the livestock; here grannies take over the child rearing, while mothers tend to the domestic chores essential for survival in the rugged terrain.
Rocks are ripped from the earth to build roads and fences, the stone bridge heralds this rustic heritage. Waterways fill the valleys, making for a play of light between lakes and sky.