Ways of seeing – A portrait of the artist as a young man

My father painted this portrait of me when I was around 5 or 6 years old. He began painting it when we lived in Sweden, and he finished later when we had moved to Ireland. I know this because I recall posing for it when we lived in our little apartment in Kalmar in the […]

Colour Table – Part 2

At the start of the COVID lockdown, myself and my children decided to paint our garden furniture with several splashes of vivid colours. As we ease out of the pandemic, we felt it was time to give them a fresh burst of colours for the approaching spring.

Colouring Table

In the midst of all this sadness in the world, the kids and I decided to embark on a brand new creative project to brighten up our garden furniture. It brought some much needed joy.

Load of Pollocks

Great morning learning about Jackson Pollock with the kids and painting our own versions in the back garden.

palate / palette

More oddball New York-era paintings of mine from the start of the millennium that I found in the attic. I think I was trying to say something profound about words (palate) and painted visuals (palette).

A painting you can write on

Unearthed an old painting of mine in the attic that I love – I call it Big Bloody Copybook. A visual work that begs to have written work upon it.

The art of conversation isn’t dead

Found some old sketches in my notebook for a series of large scale paintings I wanted to do called The Palate Series (or maybe The Pallet Series) which used sayings and phrases from different languages (English, French, German, Swedish) that played with the idea of language – often a linguistic turn of phrase or idea. […]