'towards the light'
Oh I do like the paintings of Maeve McCarthy. That murky half light, the starry skies and atmospheric gloomth that comes with encroaching darkness or that pre-dawn time, early morning, when a street light or lamp light, however hazy, is most welcome. Her work reminds me of those quiet night hours spent sleepily feeding the baby when you would honestly think not another soul was awake and then a car would drive slowly past, its headlights casting light and shadow momentarily and you would find comfort knowing that someone else was there in the world, sharing that same mysterious time.
See more of Maeve's work here