Island of legend, land of Gaelic myths, Eireann is hypnotic, seizing like a spell. Flying over these landscapes, the story is omnipresent. As the land emerged in silence, written within the elements, images sank in, like colored poems, deploying through the soul, releasing inexplicable warmth and harmony. Abstract yet entirely real, Eireann invites a metaphoric read from above. Sand, sea and light become symbols of memory and veins of belonging. The island is a presence, a terrain of mystery in motion. Never have I felt such a strong communal presence of elements that reunite in sculptural tableaux, like a storybook, opened to us, disciples sensing the invisible rhythms that thread through nature and spirit alike.