An Island Dreaming
“an island dreams itself into existence”
Years before I met Nuala I wrote the words “an island dreams itself into existence” on a piece of paper, shoved it in a book and forgot about it.
Sometime between then and our first meeting, Nuala painted a moody mountain and entitled it ‘Small Island Dreaming of Itself’.
I saw the painting and months later, when I was moving, found the piece of paper. At least 15 years had passed before its reemergence.