


The Fairies Of The Turbet Island Mounds
A Beautiful new version of this popular print from my 2020 Dreamscape collection of Belturbet years ago on fair day.
Framed in a handmade heavy Grey Wood frame with round mount.
This piece will make a beautiful statement piece in any home and a beautiful Christmas gift for any collector of my work.
Size : 62x62cm
A Beautiful new version of this popular print from my 2020 Dreamscape collection of Belturbet years ago on fair day.
Framed in a handmade heavy Grey Wood frame with round mount.
This piece will make a beautiful statement piece in any home and a beautiful Christmas gift for any collector of my work.
Size : 62x62cm
A Beautiful new version of this popular print from my 2020 Dreamscape collection of Belturbet years ago on fair day.
Framed in a handmade heavy Grey Wood frame with round mount.
This piece will make a beautiful statement piece in any home and a beautiful Christmas gift for any collector of my work.
Size : 62x62cm
The Story for this piece:
The Firbolg tribe which I spoke about earlier are believed to have been
eventually overthrown by the next invaders the Tuatha Dé Danann.
In Geraldine Mc Caughrean’s story “ The Harp of Dagda” she explains so
beautifully how,
“ They came from the four great cities in the sky - Falias and Gorias, Finias
and Murias. They had studied every kind of knowledge at the feet of the
citie’s four wise kings, but their destiny was to live on earth a while, a tribe
like no other. And the home they chose - for were they not the wisest of the
wise?- was Ireland. Their chieftain was Dagda, and they were like giant gods
to the wild men of the bogs and peat lakes. They were the Good Men, the
Dananns.
With them they brought the greatest treasure from each of the four celestial
cities: a stone from Falias, a sword from Gorias, a spear from Finias and from
Murias, the bottomless cauldron.
The death of days and the tides of time wrought a change in men called
Good. When the world grew old and sour and villainous, the tribe of Good
diminished - oh not in wisdom or skill but in actual physical stature. They
shrank, just as the goodness of the world shrank and they changed their
dwelling place once again, from the earth to the places beneath the earth.
They lived in the green mounds of the lonely places and changed - as the
grub changes to a butterfly - into the fairies of Ireland.
And they took with them their treasures : the sword, the cauldron, the spear
and the magic harp of Dagda”
Story taken from Geraldine Mc Caughrean’s “ The Harp of Dagda, an Irish
Myth - Silver Myths and Legends of the World
I feel the story of the Tuatha Da Dannan, the KnowMe dolls and the Irish
fairies all represent Mother Nature’s cry for help. These narratives ask us
humans to stop and pay attention to the vulnerability of the earth, especially
in current times.