Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Back!

Returned from glorious Italia, where culture is a matter of course, and the sun shone so strongly that I had to stay in the shade most of the time, delicate Irish flower than I am.

Got lots of drawings, filled up nearly four watercolour pads, saw some interesting contemporary art, in Florence and San Gimignano of all places, and discovered that really good quality paper is less than half the price it is in Ireland .... sigh. But I brought some home to play with, haha.

While I was away, my show in Limerick did get some visitors, as of yet I don't know about any sales, but there is someone interesting is commissioning work from me, but I'll need to talk to him about that, see what the story is. Still waiting to hear about the thing in Dublin, but I'll phone there now.

But I'm itching to try out some ideas, and see how these work out. I'm looking around my house and thinking that I have so much stuff, and things like old jeans and t-shirts I can recycle and paint on these also .... not so much as fashion items - the best thing about fashion is that it's so over the top that it's actually funny - but as something to draw and paint on, a backdrop and a medium.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Sirens

I suppose if I really wanted to be commercial, I'd do more pieces like this one. Naturally it sold in Dublin when I exhibited it there. It's 150 x 75 cm, so long .... and the fun was in the working of the paint.

While I like nostalgia, I hate when it crosses the line into slushy sentimentalism. Gak.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Great quotes

"There are soldiers over there who are dying for your right to freedom of speech. You need to appreciate that and shut the fuck up!"

From the sister of a soldier who died in Iraq, and I recognise her combined pride and grief in this quote, while at the same time appreciating the oxymoronic element to it.

Monday, June 2, 2008

And some drawings ....




I often work from this type of thing, but sometimes the drawing alone can be beautiful. Sometimes it's so nice to be able to sit and draw, I couldn't in the top one as I was on the street, but I think the sharper turns of the pencil on the page help convey the excitement and energy of the event in question.











Edit: Have started painting some of these with watercolour paints, with interesting results. Will update as time goes on.

Later: The top one of these is now very colourful - and even more vivid.

And I have to add the other one ....

Campo Dei Miracoli II, also done in 2006, and also one I was very pleased with and a little sad to sell.

More ones that sold ....


Campo Dei Miracoli I, done in 2006. I was very sad to sell this one, it was one of my favourites. But it's also kind of nice that some of the ones that are my favourites sell.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Gone to America ....


A landscape I did in 2001, before I started back at art college. Acrylic on paper, done en plein air, now in a private collection in the United States. I really liked this one, and am still very proud of it. I was a little sad to sell it, but back then I was really really strapped for cash. Unlike now, when I'm just merely strapped for cash. But hey, who isn't ....

Old Man's Ghosts


This one I started in late 2004 and finished in 2005, and apparently it was bought from the Miller Gallery in Sixmilebridge, County Clare (run by the late and lovely Sylvia Roche-Kelly, who was taken from us way way WAY before her time) by someone who claimed to have been in school with my father .... haha, so he must have been in his early eighties. Oil on canvas and metallic gold finish, 90x60 cm.

Astrological Clock


Who has been to Prague? Who has listened to Tim Croce's songs? And who has read Everything Is Illuminated?
This one was inspired by the visitors to Prague looking at the wonderful little clock high up over the city centre square, and time and memory and how weird time can be and the tricks it can play on memory and vice versa ....
Oil and gold metallic stuff on canvas, 2005, now in a private collection in Ireland. Sometimes I hate when I sell stuff. But c'est la vie.