I’m twenty three years old, mixed Irish. I have lived by myself in the mountains since I was fifteen. Schooling was not appropriate for me because of various nerodiversities, disabilities and physical ailments. I don’t remember when I started painting, thats always been how I work things out.. and follow my happiness. I process everything in image and have a communication disability so it only makes sense. It’s a conversation in object. I feel everything I see as textures on my body, I experience textures as emotion, and emotions as textures, a form of synesthesia and alexithymia that influences my work. My mind doesn’t seem to recognize the inter-subjective reality, this creates a very strange world to look at. I used to study history, anthropology, symbology, psychology etc.. as a means to decode the outside world, creating symbolic works as kind of maps to human relationships. Now, instead I paint the bare truth of what I see. The objective truth. The culmination of these images can not but help depict the absurd, charming and ultimately devastating relationships we have formed with life on this planet, despite being anti-narrative.