The Lake Isle of Innisfree
by WB Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
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.
In 2010-11 I was working for an exhibition with a group called Embroidery 2000. The title for the exhibition was 'Anthology' and the work was all to be inspired by poetry.
At the time I had been quite stressed, and when we went away for a week to the beautiful west coast of Clare in the Republic of Ireland I felt peace descend upon me as I looked across the silent landscape and drank in the colours.
I thought of the words "peace comes dropping slow' from "The Lake Isle of Innisfree' by WB Yeats. He describes a place in which he is at peace.
Then I knew that my work for the exhibition could be inspired by his words, but related to my peaceful place.
By using the colours and textures of land and sea in County Clare, I set about creating the pieces.
They and few before and afters are in the slide show below.