I was born in a small town on the south coast of Ireland in 1956. I started painting at the age of six. I hated school with a passion and all I ever wanted to do was to travel and see the great big world outside the parochial, politically corrupt and narrow minded priest infested catholic Ireland. So I left school at the tender age of sixteen and joined the merchant navy where I continued for the next twenty years and fulfilled my desire to see the world.
I spent most of my formative years outside the country I was born in. I lived and worked in several countries around the world but returned to Ireland at the millennium and have been here since. Although Ireland might look better financially and aesthetically now than it did when I was a young man, it still has a lot of the parochial, politically corrupt and narrow minded priest infested catholic qualities thriving throughout its society.
Throughout my life I have been a sailor, a waiter, a door to door salesman, a fork-lift driver, a sign-maker, a cleaner, a healthcare assistant, a magazine editor, a factory floor operative, an elected union representative, a distiller of fine spirits (moonshiner), a designer, a painter and a tattoo artist. I have been homeless, hungry and cold, blissfully happy and dreadfully sad. I have loved and lost and loved again. And consistently through it all, I have always been politically active and I have always created Art . . . both of which I still do and have no intention of stopping yet.
We do not live only once (as the saying goes).
We die only once . . . We Live Every Day.
and each day is a new adventure.
When I'm not at work, I really love to be outside in the open air. I love to travel, to see new places and meet people. I am a sun-worshipper. I love boats, swimming, and of course my hobby passion . . . flying a paraglider . . . just soaring above the Earth in silence like a bird when the weather is nice. Looking down at my feet and seeing nothing under them but Mother Earth, far below . . . .
Sunny days. Hot chocolate. Cuban cigars. Dead Mans Fingers rum with crushed ice and apple juice in a tall glass. Rare to medium Sirloin with fried potatoes and Spanish Merlot. Turkish delight for afters.