It courses through the veins of every Irishman worth his weight in gold. The ancient Gaelic words for millennium flows like a river towards new arrivals on the shoreline. Unfurled is a traditional red carpeted greeting; Céad míle fáilte! A hundred thousand welcomes.

This creative venture specializing in narrative driven art infuses stories with an extra dimensionality. Seescapes has been executed independently of any religious, commercial, political or governmental organisations. The collection consists of over fifty illustrations and in excess of one hundred oil on canvas paintings. Though most of the artworks are different from one another, stylistically they clearly belong to one unified body of work. This was a difficult enough accomplishment to achieve in itself. I don’t want to go into the blood, sweat and tears spilled in the engine room to realize this far-reaching project. There is something much more profound at the helm I am determined to draw your attention to. It is an oceanic truth and it just so happens to keep all of our voyages afloat.

Fireside of a Life

There is a fiery spirit in the hearth of every story that simply refuses to be snuffed out. Life was kindled despite the flickering prognosis that yours truly would be born dead. The world was ablaze with possibilities growing up in the shadow of the big smoke. People back then seemed to huddle around the warmth of a song to stave-off the bitter cold. Terrorists were running amuck, planting explosive hyacinths across the headlines. Ephemeral memories of childhood, so like the scent of incense haunting the atmosphere after a funeral. Nobody intends to linger by the graveside of this life mourning the death of old flames. No burning ambition here to stoke the embers of a religious or atheist belief system. Bound to make headway chiselling away for twenty years at the coalface. What once was a mental pyrotechnic show is now a fireside aglow with nirvanic presence. 

It is so easy to lose sight of what is true and get caught up in totally distorted projections. With a lens caked in crud it is impossible to see what’s really going on in a person’s life. Mindfulness sharpens the focus and greatly helps us stay calmly centred in the eye of the storm. No longer swept away by crazy whirlwinds awash with mistruths running amuck. A perfect segue into the windswept backdrop of a gusty west of Ireland town teetering on the verge of a violent downpour. A tempestuous setting echoed on the global stage by legions of visionless actors looking to make a big splash. The shallow minded puddles of this world engulfed in skewed views have yet to unsheathe the vision of an oceanic truth.

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Your presence here is immensely significant, it is an absolute joy sharing this creative voyage with you. If you feel inspired to follow, your support will be greatly appreciated. Please feel free to dive into Seescapes whenever you like, it is only a matter of time before the oceanic truth contained here flows into the mainstream.

Site that Sees

I am always pushing the boat out on this project; constantly charting the best course to bring Seescapes to the public eye. I never wanted to cast my armada of visions to the fickle waters of the art market where shallow bidders on a whim can decide on whether an artist can sink or swim. My artistic calling runs deep; a vocation that continues to stay buoyant despite all the turbulent twists and turns and the dramatic changes in direction.

I spent the guts of three years immersed in an enclosed Cistercian order with access to a library containing writings spanning every tradition including Orthodox Christianity. For the record I always wore a pair of goth rock biker boots underneath that white frock. Despite Mellifont’s sweet font of knowledge, the total absence of female presence among other things soured me towards the monastic community dominated by penises. A law has been broken somewhere for saying that! The proper protocols and set etiquette are probably not being observed. One could spend a whole lifetime lost in the labyrinth of rules and regulations, constructing and deconstructing laws without ever discerning what cements everything together. We are all engineered to create bonds with each other, maintaining social cohesion based on an individual’s sacredness is the best binding agent. Monstrous sums of money and attention are channelled into citadels of noise climbing towards the inevitable toppling of the power structure. The tide could easily change, why don’t we direct our precious resources to building creative solutions devoted to oneness? The ultimate expression is to build a public space where everybody be they Muslim, Jew, Christian, Buddhist or Atheist can gather in peaceful quietude. We walk on holy ground when the bond based on wordless awareness is cultivated. A sacred space is where one covenant rules; every person here is a keystone in the celestial architecture of the now. I am always looking out for a receptive location to entrust the blueprints of this vision. There are certainly some building sites to be mindful of, oozing with toxic dereliction. You are putting your life in your hands as soon as you put a foot in the place. Bring the same schematics to another site and you might not get any reaction whatsoever. Where we are in our own journey very much colours our thinking on where others are in theirs. Relatively recent scientific observations would concur. Physicists have observed that the psychology of the observer greatly influences the subject under observation. This human experiment will become a towering success with a foundation rooted in the site that sees.

Onwards and upwards