I'm so lucky to get the view from my studio that I have. Sometime Flake 99, Sometimes drama.

It's taken forever to decide what to do with the dirty knickers that were knocking around the studio but a trip to Michael Guiney's in Cork City centre gave me the idea. What better than an excessively decorated table cloth as the background? It's designed to give a sense of opulence ("Fine Dining" written in copperplate on the label) but is of spun plastic, not linen. It's badly made, the sides not parallel - or even straight, the scalloped edging misaligned on the corners. Disposable richness pretending permanence, designed to be thrown away at the first hint of a stain. So here we keep it, stained by the dirtiness of the sprawled knickers. Suture stitches are used where the knickers have been cut; padding stitch at times where there is an overlap of layers. Anatomy of the Perfectly Dispensable was first shown at the Things Daiktai exhibition

Thinking of Naomhóga Chorcaí in Barcelona

Scooting around London on the back of my friend's bottle-green Diversion motorbike reminded me how much I miss the buzz London and the freedom of motorbikes. The day was my favourite mix of art, food and easy company sprinkled liberally with fresh sun. Slipping from Brick Lane market to the arthouses and cafés in the surrounding neighbourhood, I made a discovery at the Whitechapel Gallery: Saskia Olde Wolbers. In complete contrast the rest of my day, I found myself in state of near Nirvana, mesmerised by the atmospheric, glistening worlds she created in her piece, "Trailer". I was the fly in the fly-trap. Luckily I was dragged out of the room and marched down the road to see Gilbert & George, which did, indeed, break the spell.