Are the powerfully ominous clouds in ‘Golfing by Loch Lein’ in sympathy with the frustration of the player searching in the rough? The 18th hole on the Mahony's course at Killarney Golf Club has frustrated many. But then is there a more scenically sited frustration anywhere?

It is hard to imagine how ‘Geokaun View’ could be more impressive, made all the more accessible since Muiris and Bernie O'Donghue built a road to the top of the mountain . Down below a huge panorama of Valentia Harbour … Glanleam lighthouse, Beginish Island and Knockadobar mountain. And all of the rich lushness of late summer.

Another year draws to a close. What scenes must the ‘Ancient Oak, Derrycunnihy’ have witnessed? Perhaps in its early years Mass being celebrated in this remote valley during Penal Times. Then between 1750 and 1850 the potato enabled the population to explode up here… and later implode when the potato failed. And so much more. Now clad in the regal richness of Autumn browns, yellows and golds.

Not far away ‘February Snow, Upper Lake’ … the steely blue of the water … the McGillicuddy Reeks thick white snow cap. Winter is a season drained of colour … but that is hardly true of the deep blues and browns captured here.

The spring greening comes late to the bare mountains. ‘Glenteenassig’ shows the breathtaking freshness of early growth … a whole range of greens on the hill and in the conifer woods … there is no doubt about the temperature of the ice blue waters.

The searingly white flower, black bark and very sharp thorns … the blackthorn is the first extensive wild flowering of early Spring. The luminous rich yellows of the furze. Does ‘An Searrach (tríd an draighneas)’ &frsla; seastack known as The Foal near Kinard, Dingle Peninsula (through the blackthorn) are the blossoms a barrier to protect from the early sea … or is it an inviting doorway to this special place?

What might have arrived from lake and mountain on the ‘Boat at Dinis’ or is preparing to embark under golden yellow aspen leaves, by deep green shrub and conifer … observed by bird or squirrel from the bare, hoary upper branches of birch?

‘Autumn Haze Muckross’ suggests one of those days of absolute stillness. Nothing stirs. A day that might be oppressively hot. A time to sit and dream in a state between wake and sleep. A day to savour for other less clement seasons.

Are the powerfully ominous clouds in ‘Golfing by Loch Lein’ in sympathy with the frustration of the player searching in the rough? The 18th hole on the Mahony's course at Killarney Golf Club has frustrated many. But then is there a more scenically sited frustration anywhere?

‘Lily Pond Ross Island’ has made an ugly entrance to a mine shaft a place of peace and beauty. The fresh greens and yellows of the foliage might suggest that this was the entrance to Tir na nÓg … the land under the lake where there is eternal spring and nobody ever grows old.

Olivia O Carra has been paintings since childhood and at school won many prizes for her art. Although art was a favourite subject, on leaving school she did a degree in Maths and Science which she taught for many years. Her interest in art was renewed by painting holidays arranged by her family. An early retirement enabled her to paint full-time. Her first solo exhibition at the Frank Lewis Gallery in 2007 was a sell-out.