Portmarnock, view of Howth, Co. Dublin, Ireland


Welcome!
I'm Mel ... and I'm an artist.... I always loved to paint, mainly for myself. But thanks to encouraging friends I started to get some of my artwork out there.

April 11, 2010

Taste of life (?)

Repainted it a dozen times... still not satisfied though.... but so be it.
We construct a narrative for ourselves, and that's the thread that we follow from one day to the next. People who disintegrate as personalities are the ones who lose that thread. 

You see, the interesting thing about books, as opposed, say, to films, is thats it's always just one persong encountering the book, it's not an audience, it's one to one. 

- Paul Auster

Untitled

And another one....

Wannabe (?)

Staying in on a lazy Saturday....  felt like painting again.

December 01, 2009

YOu

“You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”
~ Fight Club

November 28, 2009


We all have forests in our minds, forests unexplored,unending.Each of us gets lost in the forest, everynight, alone.
-Ursula K. LeGuin

October 14, 2009

Again in the Dark....

I am alone in the dark, turning the world around in my head as I struggle through another bout of insomnia, another white night in the great American wilderness.

-Paul Auster, Man in the Dark

September 20, 2009

More dreams of flying...

http://www.janvonholleben.com/?page_id=4
What is the use of a fine house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?
I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
-H.D. Thoreau
You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave,
find your eternity in each moment.

-H.D. Thoreau
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately,
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life,
To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die,
Discover that I had not lived.

-H.D. Thoreau

the piano

In green