Rose-Hall created this term to mean "the new myth." It is a term to describe the
bringing of ancient myth into the present field of time and space. Sometimes the
painting is looking at the present from a future perspective as history, and
sometimes it is looking at past history in contemporary terms. Some paintings
are a little of both.
One of the inspirations to create this art came from observing the misuse of
myth in the murals in Belfast along the Shankhill and Newtownards roads. The
paramilitaries used the ancient Irish heroes to glorify the loyalist terrorists.
These are visible signs of sectarianism, very bloody and graphic, having the
desired effect on young people, as powerful imagery will. So Cheryl decided to create
a positive influence to counter them. As a Rosicrucian, she was taught that
sending the opposite polarity to something will neutralize it and bring harmony.
So she started painting.
Cheryl Rose-Hall shares the unique painting technique that she has developed.
As a sensitive, she shares how she paints by attuning to her subjects through the eyes
and spirals out from that central point. Using historical data along with her psychic
impressions, she creates empowered works of art based on sacred sites and their mythology.
Cheryl is a portrait painter, visionary artist, and researcher. Using historical data along
with her psychic impressions, she creates empowered works of art based on sacred sites and their mythology,
creating a new genre Neo-Mythic Art®.
Lament of the Faery Tree of Ballysumaghan
Grave was the news, of the untimely chain sawing, of the noble Lone Hawthorn
Life withdrawn, Life denied. Before my time, the Hawthorn cried.
'I am cut but my Spirit is free.'
From her valley home, for a hundred years and more, birds young and old fed on
her ripe fruit-berries.
From her close knit branches they flew to the crannog of
the black oak boat, below.
Close to the Garavogue river, he lent in saying, "The Faery Tree is felled.
I fear they may have loosed the power of the Bullaun Stones."
An Cailleach Bhéarra, Garavogue by name, on her journey long ago, the valley she
She settled nearby on Slieve Daeane, where she built some Temples
From those Cairns she leapt and flew, with apron full of stones, she landed over
A mythic land in ancient days she and the ancestors grew.
Enchanted was the "Green Isle" through.
The "Cauldron of Harmonious Wisdom," slipped from the minds of generations new.
Our sacred heritage and culture, ravaged by the modern vulture.
The Cairn crowned mountains of Knocknashee, Knocknarea and Slieve Daeane,
all were seen from the Hawthorn tree.
Now she lies dead....
Who cares? Who hears her cry?
Round these mythological hills, valleys, and lakes, through the Caves of Keash,
The Daghda, the Morrigan, Balor, and Lugh, fought and loved.
Maeve and the Fianna, Diarmait agus Grainne's labba too.
From their mystic, mythic bed, the Nature Beings are full of dread.
The tree is cut, an omen foul.
Destroying nature, heritage, and communities — needlessly. We live in a time of
seeming blind insanity. Some common sense would need In be employed.
So our mythic lands can live for ever more and be enjoyed.
Too late to ask the Hawthorn Tree?
'Bury the powerlines before they bury thee'
The parting prayer of the Hawthorn Tree.
Toby Hall - Art through the Eyes of the Soul
Pick up and return to your accommodation or cruise ship. Suggested day tour:
Newgrange World Heritage site, 10th century High Crosses at Monasterboice,
Hill of Tara the seat of the High Kings of Ireland and the Hill of Slane where St. Patrick let a Paschal fire in 433