In this work, I draw on remembrances of my years living in Ireland- it's shimmering lakes and verdant greens, its people and its poets.

'I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
(The Lake Isle of Innisfree-William Butler Yeats)