I have always been looking at small things — drops of water, moss, bark, strange shapes in trees, light caught somewhere for a moment.
Sometimes I find a landscape in a stain of colour, a creature in a shadow, or a story where perhaps there wasn’t one at all.
Maybe I just look at things for too long. Eventually, a story begins to form.
Quiet Stories
Od zawsze przyglądam się małym rzeczom — kroplom wody, mchom, korze, dziwnym kształtom drzew, światłu, które gdzieś zatrzymało się na chwilę.
Czasem znajduję pejzaż w plamie koloru, stworzenie w cieniu albo opowieść tam, gdzie być może wcale jej nie było.
Może po prostu za długo się wszystkiemu przyglądam. W końcu zaczyna się z tego robić opowieść.
I have always been looking at small things — drops of water, moss, bark, strange shapes in trees, light caught somewhere for a moment.
Sometimes I find a landscape in a stain of colour, a creature in a shadow, or a story where perhaps there wasn’t one at all.
Maybe I just look at things for too long. Eventually, a story begins to form.
Quiet Stories
Od zawsze przyglądam się małym rzeczom — kroplom wody, mchom, korze, dziwnym kształtom drzew, światłu, które gdzieś zatrzymało się na chwilę.
Czasem znajduję pejzaż w plamie koloru, stworzenie w cieniu albo opowieść tam, gdzie być może wcale jej nie było.
Może po prostu za długo się wszystkiemu przyglądam. W końcu zaczyna się z tego robić opowieść.
Hungry Hill
This painting grew from a place I never truly climbed, but carried with me for years after visiting the Beara Peninsula in Ireland. Hungry Hill remained in my memory as something immense and almost watchful — dark rock rising above bogland, water and scattered homes, holding stories of the people who had lived beneath it.
While writing the second part of my book, I returned to the mountain in imagination. I pictured its high plateau at the edge of light, somewhere between evening and dawn, and began to think of landscape not only as a place, but as a presence — something capable of holding memory, guiding us, and quietly connecting what has been lost with what remains.
Gouache / mixed media, 2019
Original gifted. Fine art prints available.
Green Tree
Inspired by a tree near John’s house in Adrigole, below Hungry Hill, this painting was created in 2019 as part of a body of work shaped by memory, place and story. Rather than describing the tree literally, it tries to hold the atmosphere around it — the silence of the bogland, the mystery of remembered light, and the quiet sense of presence that remained long after the place itself had gone from sight.
Gouache, 2021
Original sold. Fine art prints available.
I painted this work during a difficult period in my life.
The architecture remained recognisable, while the sky became something else — luminous, uncertain, almost open. Looking at it now,
I see a familiar place transformed into something quieter and less certain, as if the landscape were opening towards something beyond itself.
Gouache / mixed media, 2022
Original created and donated for the Przeworsk Art Event, 2021. Fine art prints available.
The Sky Was Opening
Where the Water Remembers
This work began almost entirely from colour and chance. In the gouache stains.
I found the suggestion of rock, moss and falling water, and only later added a few marks to guide the stream into view.
Although it was created as an illustration connected with Hungry Hill, the water carried me somewhere else too — to a small mountain stream in Wysowa, where I spent many summers walking with my mother. The landscape became a meeting place between an imagined Ireland and a remembered childhood: two places joined by water, movement and memory.
Gouache / mixed media, 2022
Original gifted. Fine art prints available.
Own Quiet World
Painted in 2019, this work grew from the idea that each of us has the right to inhabit an inner world of our own — shaped by memory, imagination, sensitivity and the way we choose to understand life.
The small figure is held within a warm, almost magical space: not a place of danger, but one of shelter, wonder and possibility. For me, the painting became a quiet tribute to the freedom to dream, to feel deeply, and to discover meaning in our own way rather than simply accepting the world as it is given to us.
Gouache / mixed media, 2019
Original in a private collection. Fine art prints available.
A portrait from the world of figure and the natural world begin to overlap, and birds become part of thought, memory and inner landscape.
Gouache / mixed media, 2019
Original available. Fine art prints available.
The Birds She Carried
Made of Rain
A face emerging from water — suspended somewhere between human form, reflection and dream. Layers of translucent colour, droplets and light create a figure that seems to appear and disappear at the same time.
Mixed media on coated paper — gouache and acrylic
Original size: 41 × 29 cm
Original artwork available — £250
Fine art prints available.
A dark, shifting form emerges from layers of paint — part creature, part shadow, part imagined presence. The two small points of blue light suggest a gaze without ever fully revealing what is looking back.
Mixed media on paper — gouache and acrylic. Original artwork available. Fine art prints available.
The Shape in the Dark
Illustration from the world of Głodna Góra. A small figure enters an imagined inner landscape — a place shaped by memory, fear, wonder and the need to belong somewhere beyond the visible world.
Gouache / mixed media, 2019
Original gifted. Fine art prints available.
The Inner Place
A small tree stands at the centre of an imagined world, surrounded by strange forms, tiny figures and shifting light. Originally created as an illustration for Głodna Góra – Duch, the work became a world of its own — somewhere between landscape, dream and memory.
Gouache / mixed media
Original artwork available. Fine art prints available.