On a sunny winter's afternoon I noticed the gorgeous light streaming in through the glass doors so I spontaneously began shooting a quickly assembled group of stuff and came up with some gorgeous compositions. To make it sweeter the urns come from my parents' farm and hold special meaning for me.
Both my parents died in 2014 within 8 months of each other and early in 2015 we sold the family farm which had been in the family since my great grandfather emigrated from Ireland. These urns were at home for as long as I can remember and symbolise many many happy memories.
oil on linen