Really interesting rock formations revealed at Garrylucas Beach after the storms of the last few weeks
Small study
Working on a small study, that I may work up into a full-sized painting
Francis Bacon at the Hugh Lane Gallery
I had a chance to visit the Hugh Lane Gallery in Parnell Square, Dublin. They have faithfully recreated Francis Bacon’s London studio, which was bequeathed to them on his death. It’s amazing how he managed to create such amazing work in those surroundings, but he insisted that he needed this chaos to paint in
I may have to re-think how I organise my studio!!
New Painting just posted
I have just completed a new painting of the Bluebell woods at Courtmacsharry. It’s up on the website now
Website Update
I have just added another 10 paintings to the website - 4 more in the Frontiers series and another 6 other paintings that I have worked on in the recent past - If you enjoy them, please like these posts and pass on details to your friends
A new batch of paintings just framed and ready for photographing
they will be up on the website soon
big sky at bullock harbour, dalkey
Some amazing skies as seen from Bullock Harbour last week
Garretstown Beach - Monday Afternoon in December
I visited Garretstown Beach, one Monday before Christmas on a beautiful sunny windy day. Made some great sketches and took some photo’s which will definitely provide inspiration for some more work in the Frontiers series. Here are some words that I came away with.
The sea is roaring, softly roaring,
continuous and lovely in the silence
Never-ending lines of white, green, blue-green power rise up from the blue-grey expanse
gathering speed and noise before crashing out, arriving with a quiet but incessant whisper
The tide is turning, Ready to hide
once more what it had briefly revealed,
Each wavelet creeping ever more over footsteps left in the once pristine silver mirror
Washing the memory of others who have visited before
The lowering sun,
brilliant against the blue-white, yellow-white, white-white sky
Creates mirrors amongst the black, green-dressed rocks and wet sand
And fires up the soft cottony cumulus flocking on the far horizon – unthreatening – for now
Turning back, now into the wind,
This modern Nordic invader conjures mist from the waves – contrasense
before they crash on the ancient rocks, infinitesimally destroyed by each collision,
creating everyday a new frontier between the kingdoms
The sea is still roaring, softly roaring,
continuous and lovely in the silence
It will continue to roar into the night, even when we are not there to hear it
Washing clean the beach until tomorrow’s visitors fleeting traces are redrawn
Current inspiration
This is based on a photo taken several years ago , early in the morning and with a strange mix of mist in the distance and crystal clear air over the nearby sea and rocks
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