"They took that girl out of the field yesterday, she sat there every day sniffing lighter fuel of all things, she was gone, dead. They were still working on her in the ambulance, though I did hear later they got her back... She didn't look like the rest, she looked clean and respectable, nice looking. You know the others easily, they show the effects of the crack all over them, you know straight away, the ones on the crack. They are hardly ever alone and that makes them stand out even more. They are regulars now, people are used to them. They sit at the back of the fire station, five and six of them sometimes. They leave behind their empty lighters and empty bottles with burned tin foil wrapped around the necks. If you didn't look closely, you would hardly know they were there at all."
- Life during lockdown. (110 x 122 cm)
- Johns lane West. ( 56 x 100 cm)
- Brain of a homeless addict (55 x 72 cm)
- Poppy hill Jungle adventure. (56 x 186 cm)
- Madness in the U.S.A. (56 x 99 cm)
- Bikers last farewell. ( 56 x 310 cm)
- Blind to the real problems. ( 56 x 310 cm)
- Used Crack Pipes rear of Finglas fire station. (56 x 70 cm)
- Friday night, Saturday morning. (56 x 555 cm )
- Stories from Thomas Street. at Inspire Gallery.. ( 56 x 310 cm)