I see painting as silent poetry and my own small pieces as visual haikus. In spirit they are descended from the intimism of Bonnard and Vuillard (an art described by André Gide as "speaking in a low tone, suitable to confidences") and the pure expressionism of the New York School of abstractionists. They are also partly inspired by my love of Dublin city, old paperback books, musical notation, arte povera and the Japanese aesthetic of wabi-sabi amongst other things.

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