I was born and raised in Connemara on the far-flung westerly coast of Ireland. As a child, I sat mesmerised by tales of doomed love and perpetual wanderings in search of that fated love. It was geographical, etched in the place names and woven into the rocks.  

There was laughter too, funny stories, music, song and dance. As a rheumatic, old, man, my grandfather still danced up a storm of reels and gigs holding onto the back of a chair.

When I moved to London, those stories and memories travelled with me, packed like the clothes in my suitcase. There, I read English at Birkbeck, University of London, followed by a Masters Degree in Filmmaking at Goldsmiths, University of London.   I completed my education with a Royal Society of Arts Degree in Irish Literature and History.  

Then, I travelled. A lot. I visited many different and distant parts of the world. Probably most memorably, I spent time on Native American Reservations. I studied Yoga and Meditation and still practice today. I lived in the US, France, Portugal and Hong Kong, but no matter where I went, the stories followed me.  Eventually, I returned to London where I still live with my husband and our child.

I have another home though, physical and spiritual, in Ireland. It is a kind of hinterland of memory and creativity. This is where I write and draw in the sweet fragrance of the land. My land.