Sphere One


The Bobbing Bog Cotton

Thoughts on origins ... "From the ombréd amber of the little river Liffey, to the textures of the local granite, sometimes a granular golden sand, sometimes a generous hefty blob of bluish grey sculpted by the tumbles of the river, sometimes an enormous thunder coloured slab, used for a window lintel or chiselled into a saddle stone traditionally used to save crops from damp and rodents, always with the lively wink of silver. The vistas of river valley and distant hills shift in hue throughout the year. Vast swathes of purple heather on the hills turn to brown. A sprinkling of white arrives with the Hawthorn flower. Later the bracken emits its dusky scent and dries to a rusty orange carpet. Under the grove of the nearby Scots pine grow wild mulberry bushes, and purple moor grass. From autumn this grass bleaches, blowing in stunning contrast to the sculptural canopy of Sessile oak and Scots pine. Close up are glossy, bright green mosses and ferns, speckled fox-gloves, charming primroses and the cheeky bobbing bog cotton.”