'Tea on the bog' Fine Art Framed Print By Deirdre McNally Artist
'Tea on the bog' Fine Art Framed Print By Deirdre McNally Artist
'Tea on the bog' Fine Art Framed Print By Deirdre McNally Artist
'Tea on the bog' Fine Art Framed Print By Deirdre McNally Artist
'Tea on the bog' Fine Art Framed Print By Deirdre McNally Artist
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'Tea on the bog' Fine Art Framed Print By Deirdre McNally Artist

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This is One of Deirdre's Poetry Inspired Fine Artworks - The Script of the Poem also comes with The Limited Edition FRAMED Print.

TEA ON THE BOG  Limited Fine Art Print By Dee McNally (1/75) (In Deirdre's own words) 

Tea in the bog -  Yvonne O’Connor

“And over the bogland came the smell and the colour of everything you would like to frame in a dream”.

These were the words that inspired me to create the artwork

Have you ever experienced an unexpected scent on the breeze which becomes a portal for  which memories trickle through?

 Sometimes the scent is familiar, but the memory is elusive and hard to pin down, and sometimes the trickle is not a trickle, but a flood of remembered colours, tastes, and emotions which catch you unaware and you are startled by the clarity of a moment in time which you had long forgotten

I chose pastels to create with, the medium lends itself well to the hazy, sweltering day in which the men toiled,  and the vibrant red of the mother’s dress. 

And  the welcome sight  on the horizon, heralding some respite , was my mother, your mother, a gentle creature. Not to be confused with delicate. She was capable and loving and her red dress stood out like a beacon as she  picked her steps carefully through the bogland, carefully balancing the boiling tea and bag of food. My heart swelled as I saw her approach and lay out the food she had prepared. 

She is everyone’s mother. Whether or not you ever set foot on the bog, she is the mother that did her best for you, stood up for you, sometimes in the most  difficult of  times.

 All mother’s ought to wear a red dress sometimes in their lives

 Dee McNally