Ballyvaughan, Ireland is a sacred ground. Hallowed are the green unending planes of the earth in contrast with the meandering lines created by man-made stone fences, and the flat textured moss covered boulders captured by thick overgrown wildflowers. Standing still the chill of the wind whispers, singing softly to the earth. In the stillness, the moments between the wind and the sea the land sighs, capturing body and soul – grounding presence into earth. These moments of awe-inspiring religion create memories rooted in place, and a profound sanctity of what it means to be a maker and to be made.
taken with 35mm film around Ireland and the Aran Islands, 2012.