Here are a few of my latest digital works. I’m able to utilize the pen more and more now, and that means I can paint virtually with the same hand I would in the real world. It’s still not ideal, but getting better all the time, as the Beatles once sang. In some future world, many years from now, perhaps, I’ll have a super-sized screen, a stand-up Rilkean desk, and a view of the ocean to inspire me. The wind along the strand, my own Molly or Shannon or Niamh to take me to Tír na nÓg when the feeling hits us, and then back home again before dawn.
Visions of space, of cells, of life multiplying, as well as landscapes here and there, or in space. Visions of the baffled, the tilted, slightly, within shadows. While I’ve long believed there is (teeming, sentient, wondrously diverse) like out there, and in forms we may not have the senses to understand, I’m also not confident we humans will ever achieve the speed needed to get there. That saddens me greatly whenever the thought crosses my mind, though I hope I’m wrong.