I looked out the other night and I saw four foxes on the green outside our house. Running in and out of the front gardens, just having fun. Now I always look out last thing at night, hoping to see one, but four together – I never saw that many before.
But did I tell you that we saw some in the back garden once? In broad daylight? Yes indeed. I heard Fionnuala shout: “Eo come quick” (“Eo” is short for Eoin) (needless to say, when she calls, I respond instantly) There was a vixen and two fox cubs in the back garden. They came out from behind the studio. Something must’ve disturbed them, I reckon. They seemed a bit dazed. (see above) And they were looking for a new place to hide.
But at night, things are different. At night, it’s fox party time.
And there are night people too. I’m definitely a night person, not a morning person. No. And a lot of artists are night people. At night, I like the quiet. I like the solitude. I’ve been trying to get this night feeling into my paintings for some years now. Still trying. What is the stars, what is the moon?
Tá mé ‘mo shuí ó d’éirigh an ghealach aréir
ag cur tine síos gan scíth is dá fadú go géar.
Tá bunadh an tí ina luí is tá mise liom fhéin.
Tá na coiligh ag glaoch is tá’n tír ina chodladh ach mé.
I’m not sure if I realised it when I started to write this blog post but I’ve just noticed that a friend of mine in Canada has also written a post about painting the night. You can see it at:
Finally, I’ve two questions for you – One: Are there any foxes in your neighbourhood? and Two: Which are you – a night person or a morning person?
There’s more about my art works at: