About
Some say . . . that he barks incessantly at the
moon on windswept nights.
Other’s say, that when he turns his head to the
left, it makes a loud audible clicking sound.
More say, that when you look into his eyes they
glow a bright fluorescent orange and reflect
back the whole cosmos.
God I hate writing artist statements, so I’ll
keep it short.
Born in Galway city in the west of Ireland in
1971, and somehow he is still alive today.
Self-taught as an Artist, Mike paints mainly
using oil paint and its usually on canvas. But
this can also include his clothes, skin, sofa,
carpets, soft furnishings or anything else that
he happens to come in contact with.
An unhealthy attraction to water and can
usually be found near the coast, rivers, lakes,
or streams . . . and at times even a puddle will
suffice. A love of Angling and the outdoor life,
often immersed in Nature to the point of near
drowning.
Its no surprise the ancient Romans referred to
Ireland, as the land of perpetual gloom. With
most summers akin to nuclear winters, storm-
force winds along with rain of Biblical
proportions. Painting the Irish landscape with
anything other than a mixed palette of greys
seams ludicrous.
Perhaps due to a vitamin D deficiency from a
lack of sunlight, he paints bright vivid
seascapes and paints the topography filled
with light . . . as he wishes to see it, and on the
very odd occasion, sometimes does.
Mikes work can be found in many far flung
corners . . . but its normally found towards the
center and above the fireplace. However on a
slightly more serious note, it does include
collections of the O.P.W, Galway Hospice and
Galway city Museum.
