oil on linen
12” x 24” x 2”
One of a series of pieces painted on Beara Peninsula in the South West of Ireland in the summer of 2026. This group of images is a reflection of the relative time-scales of rock, water, and human beings. The distant landscape tumbles like water to the sea, crashing and crumbling and collapsing into smaller and smaller pieces until it dissolves under the relentless caressing of waves. This story moves so slowly and takes so long to tell that a boy can stand upon it for his whole life, fishing with a pole that shoots like a shaft of light from his blessed heart.
oil on linen
12” x 24” x 2”
One of a series of pieces painted on Beara Peninsula in the South West of Ireland in the summer of 2026. This group of images is a reflection of the relative time-scales of rock, water, and human beings. The distant landscape tumbles like water to the sea, crashing and crumbling and collapsing into smaller and smaller pieces until it dissolves under the relentless caressing of waves. This story moves so slowly and takes so long to tell that a boy can stand upon it for his whole life, fishing with a pole that shoots like a shaft of light from his blessed heart.
