Ian McKeever is, and this is a bit of a rarity in the art world, an intelligent and lucid thinker, whose writings on all things arty are always worth a read.
But he is primarily a painter who produces works of intimate splendour. Inspiration seems to come from microscopic close-ups of white blood cells or those interior shot of the body in Inner Space. Beautifully worked, kind of exotic in a personal way, his paintings often exude an oddly calm energy.
Despite having exhibited all over the world to pretty much universal acclaim, McKeever seems to keep getting better and better.