Gertrude in the Garden at Clontarf

Like many artists, I work in series because the idea won’t sit still. Its shape shifts, evades, slips through the brush, pen or page. One work might catch the surface, the glimmer of a concept, but never the whole thing. Never the weight of it. So, I return. To revisit, to turn the object over again, to see what I missed the last time. It’s more like excavation. One work leads to the next the way one question leads to another. The thing I thought I understood becomes unfamiliar, so I try again. Because the work keeps whispering, keeps asking, what am I missing?