Jun 27, 2013
A painting of a guy reading in a quiet pub in Wexford, Ireland. Oil on 8" x 8" x 1 1/2" stretched canvas. SOLD.
Jun 20, 2013
This is one of the streets in Dublin, Ireland on a cloudy/sunny day. I've found that all weather can be experienced during the span of a day there, which is fine with me, as I liked the variety in lighting. Oil on 12"h x 9"w stretched linen. SOLD.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 13, 2013
A painting of Rossbeigh Beach in Ireland on a cold, windy day. Oil on 12"h x 18"w stretched linen. No matter what I do, I can't get a good picture of this painting. My camera was purchased in November, yet somehow I can only get fuzzy, dark pictures, and I have used every possible setting combination. My cameras never last long due to overuse. So this is the best I can get. The waves are much more crisp, and there is a better range of light to dark than what you see here.
Jun 7, 2013
I'm not sure if the man in the painting is a fisherman or not, but this is how I've always envisioned them, so that's what I'm calling him. He is waiting for a friend to return, probably from the super-crowded restroom (I had to wait in line forever because we thought someone was in there, but it turned out that the door was just stuck.) This was at a pub in Cork, Ireland on a Sunday afternoon. Oil on 8" x 8" x 1 1/2" stretched canvas. SOLD.
Jun 5, 2013
We almost didn't find this pub in Cork. I had researched pretty pubs in Ireland before we left, and even mapped out each one so we could find them all in a timely manner. But this one was hidden on an unsuspecting street. There was a curtain in the door which seemed to tell non-regulars to go away and to welcome those to whom the pub is a living room away from home. But my husband and I went in anyway. It was not very busy, yet there were little groups of friends hiding out in the pub's nooks and crannies. More people entered as the evening went on. Some of them looked like they were having bad days, which provided very interesting subject matter. However, my normal cloak of invisibility didn't work, and every person always noticed when I tried to snap a photo of them. Throughout Ireland, most pub goers didn't mind, and even were happy to be in my pictures, but not at this pub. So I sort of felt bad about taking pictures there, like I was invading someone's house. So, I painted a picture that featured my husband catching up on the news because taking the reference photo only made me feel like a tourist, rather than a burglar. And I liked the lighting. Oil on 14"h x 11"w stretched linen. SOLD.