I’m selling these monotypes €30 each. They’re approx 11×14″ 279 x 355 mm, mounted with a white back.
Message me if you’re interested.
Wind Farm. (2018) This painting is now in a private collection in Moscow, and given that I also have work in collections in New York and London, I can honestly say I’m an artist with an international career, yet such a claim could also be fairly described as nonsense. This is the first painting of mine that wasn’t sold for charity or given away. Looking at it this picture now, I’m almost sorry I sold it. As haphazard as that sky looks it took ages to get right.
Anyway, I was thinking of wind farms, these massive structures and how they are dwarfed by the landscape, and I came up with this painting.
It’s been a long time since I updated this blog. I noticed recently that my best performing pics on Instagram are the ones with a story attached, which I find ironic and slightly annoying. I joined that site because it was about photos, and I don’t really like talking about myself.
Anyway, the picture here is called My Violin, as the title suggests, it’s a painting of my violin, which I can’t play yet. My girlfriend gave me a violin for my birthday. It’s a lovely instrument and I hope to start learning to play some actual tunes by Christmas.
I made this painting for an exhibition, currently running at Blanchardstown Library here in stormy Dublin (both the weather at the moment and the political climate). That’s a story for another post. The painting is a natural progression from the previous four. I thought I was discovering my own style of Cubism, but something was nagging at me so I went searching and learned that I was really just ripping off Juan Gris. However, I like this painting and the style, so I think I’ll keep going. Maybe ten or twenty paintings down the line I’ll do something of my own.
And now, here’s a picture of my actual violin…
Portrait of a Woman with Leaves in Her Hair, Watercolour on paper. I don’t remember when I painted this. It’s my first watercolour. I made many false starts before this, and I can see many mistakes in it, but I fell that I captured something that might not be there if I had gotten it exactly right.
There’s a print of this picture here.
Breakfast, Emulsion and oil on canvas, 40 x 50 cm, Dublin 2018
This is called Tragedy, and it’s meant to look like this. I say that because it’s amazing how many people think all I finished were her lips.
Anyway, it’s water-mixable oil on canvas, from 2010, and it’s leaving me tomorrow.
Cafe Table, 12 x 16 cm. Tempera on canvas board, April 2018, Dublin.