Spanish Guitar

A photo of the guitar I first learnt to play on.  My grandmother gave it to me when I was about ten. Its not really a family heirloom, she never played it and doesn’t know where its from. We just found it in the attic and my mum thought i should give lessons a go.

I have never taken a photo in my room before, but the way the light slashed across the body tempted me.

Painting: The Last Sun

A Painting I did for my parents at Christmas 2016. I hadn’t painted in a while but was not  too disappointed with the outcome.
While partly inspired by the teachings of Dionysius on the Via Negativa (something I learnt in philosophy this year),  it was really just an experiment of colour.

The Master and Margarita

The epigraph from the novel The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov. As an all time favourite of mine, the work interrogates the importance of needing compassion for everyone, even for what the worst of humanity has to offer.  The plot revolves around the mischief the Devil and his entourage wreck in an audaciously accurate picture of Soviet Russia. However, Bulgakov redefines what the Devil is, not necessarily the fallen angel whose ‘evil is thou good’, but instead one who teaches by provocation.

Please go read it! (i recommend the Diana Burgin and Katherine Tiernan O’Connor translation)