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At night jump
In secret play
Affectionate games
Push blue dreams
Eyes of hope
Life of shame
But different rhythms beat
In our lively hearts
No more laneway words
No more tarmac games
That mysterious race
That neither of us won
So much potential
Gone to waste
Fascinated by the human psyche, I confront the beasts gnawing at my mind through gestural painting. As a member of the Royal Institute of the Architects of Ireland, my work is a deconstruction process, delving into subconscious layers with every stroke. By capturing these spontaneous moments I attempt to repair inner scars.