When I look at trees, I don’t just see them with my eyes - I feel them with my heart. I have the urge to touch their bumpy bark to connect with them, to try and realise what they felt growing from a seed into what they are now. I have respect for them and I know that without them my life wouldn’t be as rich. I sense their magic and I want to learn it from them. When I start the process of painting trees I never know where it will take me, the end result is so much more than a physical representation of a tree. It’s filled with energy vibrations and “magical realism”, the lines and colours form shapes that one can make out according to their own beliefs and imagination. I don’t want to define the tree, I want it to change with every viewer.
Tree in Glendalough, county Wicklow, Ireland.
Djouce stream.
Whiterock beach rock.
Red robin.
Oak glen.
An old wall in Enniskerry, county Wicklow, Ireland.