The spoon knows the exact second the sugar stops dissolving and the moment begins to fade.
This series was born out of a furious scribbling against the tyrannical clock. The tea will be cold before this paragraph is finished. The steam you see isn't just water vapor; it's the frantic, fleeting ghost of the Now, chilling into the inevitable regret of a moment unseized.
Look closely, look widely: each piece is a fragment, a puzzle piece, a glimpse through a pinhole. They are the scattered, irreconcilable tiles of the unfinished tapestry, a whole picture that is destined to remain out of reach, always just beyond the edges of the frame.
14.8 x 10.5 cm, acrylics on paper
If you are around Cork and you prefer to collect, get in touch.
