Published Saturday, November 8th, 2008

“The artist thrusts his plants uncompromisingly at us. Nowhere is this more apparent than in one long painting which is a grove of flax, dense enough to hide in with the growth patterns of its leaves making a syncopated rhythm right across.

As well as the rhythm there is the harsh reality of the ravages of insects on the leaves.” (T.J. McNamara)

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