Last weekend I awoke to a scene quite different from my usual grey Manhattan skies. Rolling lavender hills, lush green fields, and spindly picket fences awaited just outside my window.
Following a few days in bustling London, my boyfriend and I escaped to western Ireland for a relaxing weekend. We immediately fell in love with the picturesque views and the slower pace of life.
Everything about the Irish countryside seemed fantastical – I felt as if I had not only stepped back in time, but that I had also wandered into a master’s painting. The blocks of fields in their golds and greens screamed Cezanne and the grooved hills and scrubby brush seemed brushed into reality by Van Gogh’s own hand.
The light, the colors, the fresh air all served for a massively inspiring weekend. I am currently pushing myself to finish a painting of a Cape Cod beach scene so that I may embark on a new work inspired by this Irish paradise.
Shot at Gregans Castle Hotel -which I highly recommend - in western Ireland. All photos by Nicole Weiler.