One day at Glendalough. It was quiet. Raining. Peaceful. I stopped by this rock for some reason. It looked dark and beautiful glistening in the soft rain. Immediately I saw this large Tusk coming out of it, like an Elephant or a Mammoth. Walking on, up into the mining area somehow it started to make sense. It felt like I entered a prehistoric graveyard. Where all the great animals once passed thru. It was a feeling of great time more than anything. This is the thing I’m bringing to the gallery.