Acrylic and collage on wood panel

The sky turns gold and blue. Scratchy wind scrapes fields clean, all their fruit falling back to the earth and burrowing in for winter, to bloom again.

Acrylic and collaged papers on canvas, framed

Just inside a Dublin fence, under a carpet of grass, in an unmarked grave lies a Jesuit who gave sprung rhythm to poetry. Gerard Manly Hopkins. Look him up. You'll never be sorry.

Acrylic and collage on wood panel

Water carries things. Petals, echoes, tadpoles, secrets heard years ago.

This work is still available. Please contact me via the contact link.

Acrylic and graphite on canvas, framed in a gold-leafed float frame

So much depends on inkstains. Treachery, love, work, freedom, money, knowledge. The flights of birds and the journeys of whales do not.

Acrylic and collage on wood panel

There is a faraway island. All day, while you're at work or school or picking up dry cleaning or thinking about lunch, the sun plunges into the water at the edge of the island and turns it a breathtaking green.

This piece is not for sale. It will appear in North Light Books' Acrylic Works 4: Captivating Color, a survey of the best in contemporary acrylic work. Publication date TBA.

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Acrylic and collage on canvas, framed in a silver-leafed float frame

The last slice of orange sun turns everything purple.

Acrylic and collage on canvas

Sit on the hood of your car and lay back against the windshield. Look up. Can you see it? The heavens bloom, too.

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Acrylic and collage on canvas, framed in a gold-leafed float frame

This summer there will be red plums. And if they're not sweet enough for you, cut them up and heat them with a little butter and sugar and rum.

Acrylic and collage on canvas

You pay for a stranger’s coffee, you hold a dollar out the car window, you untie a dog and feed and bathe him, you smile and wink at a frightened child, you make beautiful drawings and leave them in books in the library. You do it all quietly, quietly.

Acrylic and collage on wood panel

Acrylic and collage on canvas, framed in a gold-leafed float frame

Two centuries ago, someone left. No one remembers. But every spring there are snowdrops, and there have been snowdrops for longer than three lifetimes.

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Acrylic and collage on canvas, framed with a gold-leafed float frame

There is a walled path lined with banks of white flowers.
Fathers with daughters, mothers with sons walk this path that leads to the wedding aisle. It dawns on them they have a few seconds alone to say how much they’ve always loved each other. It's impossible, but as beautiful as it gets.

This piece is still available. Please contact me via the contact link.