I'm Just Living My Dreams
Colm Kinney is an upstart artist with a discerning insight into the human psyche, so bright that a supernova would go and cry in the corner in shame. His mixture of both metaphysical musings on life, the universe, and everything, would have made the late, great Douglas Adams proud.
Kinney's debut compendium, I'm Just Living my Dreams, does exactly what is says on the tin: it brings you into a cerebral rollercoaster of love, pain, paranoia, and emotion; plunging deep into the depths of the human soul. As a debut work, it is a bold statement of the author's extremely personal meditations of his own life, a glimpse into the mind of a stranger, if you can call it a ‘glimpse'. This piece of work is deeper than the Mariana Trench, and contains some hidden gems similar to those deep-sea creatures that glow with ebullient pride in myriad colours, dancing and weaving in the darkness.