Pele

25x25cm oil sketch on board
Streaky reflections smh

Forest Fruits 2

20x20cm.

Oil on board.

Amanita Muscaria.

Forest Fruits

20x25cm

Oil on board

The amanita at my go-to patch never came out late August;instead they came out 3 months late in late Novemeber! An augury? My 2nd best patch didnt have any so I presumed they came out as usual in August.

Beck 6

Sketch of Beck.

The Spike is City Toxic

30x30cm
Plein air oil on board
I drove into Dublin a few weeks ago to drop a painting into an exhibition and brought my paints with me. In the car a thought spoke up saying that I would name my painting ‘the spike is cytotoxic’. Rather odd.
I had a vague intent to paint a bridge near Macken Street but I ended up on the quays painting this view. A nice old lady came along and remarked how ugly Liberty Hall made the skyline and she remembered it being erected. I replied the Spire is worse and I cant imagine ever liking it the way Liberty Hall or the Poolbeg Towers fit into the skyline after a few years. Then it clicked, the spike is city toxic.
Maybe it was intuition, maybe the Daemon, but its steered me well over the years.

Queen Takes Pawn

50x60cm
Oil on Board
An image that popped into mind upon hearing of the AFU shelling an RF-occupied nuclear power station. I doff my cap to Western propogandists; the students have become the masters. Nuclear Winter sounds like fun.

Apotheosis

60x80cm

Oil on canvas.

An attempt to channel George Frederic Watts and a reverse of my painting titled ‘Sheol’. Playing with Jungian ‘Type’ and his ‘Quaternities’. Been back and forth on this for months so gonna leave it and maybe Ill return to it in a few years.

Inistioge

Plein air oil on board finished in the studio
25x21cm
At Art in the Open plein air festival.

Angel Abroad

30x30cm
plein air oil on board finished in studio.
Kilrudderry House.

BF 110

Small sketch on some leftover board.
25x10cm.
Oil on board.

BF 109

Small sketch on some leftover board.
25x10cm.
Oil on board.

Cunard Portal Dolmen

Not far from the Hellfire Club in Dublin. Truly beautiful spot.

30x30cm plein air oil on board finished en studio.

Nice to spend a few hours staring at this. The temptation is to wax nostalgic about our ancestors and what they were trying to do with these megaliths and how they could manage to lift such heavy stones. A bit like the noble savage fallacy. But the thought occurred to me that maybe these were elitist monuments of the psychopathic control grid of the time. What would the common man of the time have thought of these stones I wonder.