Series

Eighteen months spent on the same half-mile of shoreline, painting the line the water leaves behind rather than the water itself.

Small, dense studies of Connemara bog under low winter sun — the point at which brown becomes red becomes gold.

Interiors with the people just gone. Painted entirely from memory, which is why the furniture is wrong.

Small plein-air studies made in a single sitting and never reworked. The record of what the day was actually like.