Oona McFarland Art

An cabáiste ina n-aonar, láidir agus ag teacht suas chun an ghrian a ghabháil

Lus- plant, mionlá- gentle, mild

Light becomes paint. The town is a murky swirl   A building holding its own quietly, as light melts into shadow 

Crumbs of bread, insects, seeds floating in from the river

Summer is on the brink and clouds are playing and the empty schools look haunted with uncertainty