The corner of the map where I live.
Whitehorse, Yukon, Northern Canada
To the west, Alaska’s a next door neighbour. To the south, British Columbia.
The arctic is my storied ceiling with the Northwest Passage, way over to the east of north, summer daylight barely hints at dusk, the aurora borealis sometimes dances across cold northern winter skies, oh … and I’m Canadian these days with Irish roots.
For a while now my work has been photographically based,
I’m not a purist in any medium.
Camera, lenses, and equipment if any are the beginning of a story within the image not the sole means to a picture. I love what a camera can do but it’s not my destination, it’s my source and sketch book.
My creative journey as an artist spans 36 years
Beginning in 1980 in Dublin, Ireland. Where I studied fine art, painting at the National College of Art and Design, to group and solo exhibitions in Canada exhibiting paintings and photography, with a side trip to a New York art fair thrown in.
I discovered my passion and vision with a camera when I stopped trying to problem solve why I could not envision and capture amazing pictures, and began feeling my way around with light, looking for the story to reveal itself.
Map and compass
As a child I was a map making barnstorming aerial photographer, spending hours seeing panoramic river valleys, plateaus, and mountain ranges within small worlds at my feet amid stones, sticks, water runoff tracks in soil and low growing vegetation.
I reconnected with my childhood imagination during college years, when introduced to the work of Paul Jenkins; an American abstract expressionist painter (1923 – 2012).
That encounter relocated me back into my own creative map with new compass bearings. I discovered the dance of liquid paint and meaning of flow when I destroyed every paintbrush because I needed new ways to move paint around without a horizon line.
I broke painterly rules pouring liquid oil and acrylic paint across canvas......
discovering and exploring my way to complete two series of work, a later one my first solo exhibition at the Yukon Art Center in Whitehorse in 1999.
As a child, I carried around an imaginary land called Canada with its white winters and trees weighted down by snow as my most amazing place to live.
I moved to Canada in 1992 where my partner Doreen and Siamese cat, Kiri (last of a great tribe of furry wisdom keepers) remind me to stay in the slipstream of a story.