The Fishermans Mother – Look at me now!
National Gallery of Ireland This summer I was reunited with a dear old friend, from the days when I used to work in ‘corporate-world’. Only she had the ability to ignite my imagination and lift me from an environment that wasn’t suited to my sensitivities. A cramped office, surrounded by folk who resented being so close to each other, carrying out tasks that they individually felt were beneath their true capabilities, it certainly was a means to an end. Tension was rife at times read more