I started working on the Imelda May Portrait a couple months ago and I’ve pretty much not touched it since. My art doesn’t pay the bills yet so I’ve got to move away from it and on to other things that bring in the bacon.
Stories
What Happens When We Die?
I was with my uncle yesterday – he loves to talk. We got chatting about work initially then the conversation moved to the question; what happens when we die? He’s in his late sixties I think. By no means old, but like my parents he believes it to be so. I think in our culture, as soon as grandchildren come alone we begin to feel our time is up. Why is that?
Conor McGregor Photorealistic Charcoal Drawing
I began work on the Conor McGregor Photorealistic Charcoal Drawing in January 2016. For the next couple months I worked on it on-and-off and finally settled on completion in mid March. The Conor McGregor Drawing makes a great gift and keepsake of a truly unique and gifted sportsman.
Why Guinness Doesn’t Travel
Guinness doesn’t travel well at all. That’s just the fact of the matter and there are multiple reasons for it which I’ll share with you in a bit. But first let me tell you why this became something I wanted to write about, and why it matters to creative people. I’m in Donegal this week with my family, and the other day we were driving from Letterkenny to Narin in the pissing rain.
The Washerwoman
The Washerwoman is a little story about the friendship of two women at either ends of life and their conversation at the washing line one late Spring afternoon. It’s a little story of a realisation of greater things, a gentle reminder to ourselves of what often lies hidden in plain sight.
The Story Of Anne Doyle’s House
Today I have a little story to share, a story that to me is remarkable, one that I won’t forget as long as I live. 10 years ago I lived with Joanne in Blanchardstown, west Dublin. It was a rough kinda shop and we had a desire to find a better place to live.
Why Men Grow Beards And Women Don’t Understand
Why Men Grow Beards I was probably about 13 when I first shaved. It’s a bit of a big deal for a boy you know. With the bathroom door safely locked I brought my face closer to the mirror for a final inspection. My Dad’s shaving foam to hand, strategy in place, it was time […]