My friend is an Irish literature professor who has a a way with words! I’d like to think there was some truth in them, but ….
“David Wright’s world is an almost spectral place of profound famliarity and strangeness, full of natural visions plucked from the edge of morning or of night with a supernatural exactitude of focus and charged with an almost spectral light that draws forth colours which exist only where colour is born or dies – a world caught at the very moment when it seems to be coming into existence or on the point of dying, much like volcanoes and hurricanes in their terrible, brief lives – but still and familiar as a clump of marram grass on an Irish shore.’ (Review, “Angelic Times”.)”