‘Entering The Dream’, the title of this painting and of my upcoming solo exhibition in Ranalagh Arts, Dublin in just 2 weeks time. I hope to bring a piece of the forest and my surrounding rural landscape into the city for a little space in time.. I have a passion for exploring forests and being surrounded by the sight, smells and sounds. It takes me back to my childhood when I was just a little thing full of wonder and innocence. How the world has changed and everything around us.. seeing life and how the cycle of old and new continues from one into the next.. The ‘broken trees’ that stand out in the open spaces of the landscape recall these such thoughts..
‘Entering the Dream’ opens with guest speaker and artist Michael Gemmell, May 24th at Ranalagh Arts. Time of opening TBA..
This painting although previously thought finished, had been sticking out from the rest here in my studio the past few months looking to rework its ending.. So today I gave in.. there is a fear in reworking an old painting but it’s a fear that drives me sometimes also..I hope I made the right decision.. I’ll know in a few months maybe..
‘Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?
In the last couple of years, I often found myself referring back to this painting.. Gauguin is a painter I took a real interest in when I decided to go back and study the history of art and design in UL (certificate) a few years ago.. When I was in art college, (LSAD, 1993-96), I had no clue how to write essays, even yet dissertations. I had no clue even, at the time, what artist interested me being 19 or did I even begin to explore ways and possibilities of expressing myself outside the school curriculum.. Art. It was a new big world.. Had I been less young and inexperienced in making art and finding myself IN art and living, my dissertation would have probably been a masterpiece. Lol..or maybe not..? The title of this painting and the artist behind it is something and someone that often comes to mind..in recent years.. where, what, where.. who what when.. does any of it matter? Only what matters to you..when it matters and why it matters.. yes I think a lot..it makes me see a lot.. be happy, we are all dying but we are also living.. the seldom few……
This is something I am working on at present.. I find it hard to ‘stop painting’ sometimes..it’s like my conscience is whispering to stop but I can’t. Physically, I feel compelled to work some of my paintings up and up until they are almost smothered.. that is where I ‘go’ when I surround myself with my subject..