When I was in Corofin, County Clare, Ireland in 1995, I spotted a man in a pub that I knew I had to paint. I introduced myself and asked him if I could paint his portrait.
“That’ll cost you a pint of Guinness,” he said. After getting to know him a bit better, we planned for him to come to my rented house. I set up my easel next to the picture window. We had a six-pack of Guinness waiting, and he brought his own smokes. We talked about how the west of Ireland was changing.
The portrait is in oil on board, 10 inches by 8 inches. He was able to give me only one sitting of about an hour and a half.
He told me it was the only time anyone had painted his portrait. A few years later, I heard from a contact in Corofin that Martin Keane had passed away (RIP).