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Cnoc Lios Uachtair

Secreted within soft grasses writhe and twist the limb-like knots and burls - part scaled, part burnished -of banzai furze and wind-thrashed heather. A treacherous terrain of ankle-snapping holes and rifts to the underworld. You're somewhere out amongst the Maamturks in Co. Galway. In a moment the vision of Cnoc Lios Uachtair yaws above the tree line with a voluminous laughter of fluffy clouds racing up its back and leaping off into the blue above. With batteries flat on the camera all I had was a mental snap-shot to bring the vision back home and squeeze out the end of a pencil for the initial sketch... Carving the mountain: process When the lines get tight a little v-gouge and a craft knife with tiny blades are essential. Carving the mountain; final Consistency of the ink is important - apparently you can get a good idea by the sound made by the brayer as it pulls back on the ink. My mind's ear strains for the moment I hear the sound of innumerable tiny suckers from long tentacles clumsily grappled at in vain from the face-plate of a diver's helmet by tiring arms somewhere deep down in the ocean's abyssal depths. Roll up, roll up The whole process is physical - here's the wooden spoon barren jig. Working the wooden spoon Proofs pulled for inspection. Hot off the press, "Cnoc Lios Uachtair", linocut print Cnoc Lios Uachtair; Linocut print

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