Eva O’Leary grew up between Ireland and the United States, the only child of the extraordinary painter Helen O’Leary. Like myself, Eva grew up surrounded by incredible artists from all fields and couldn’t avoid having her vulnerable young imagination tainted by all manner of high and low artforms. Growing up in a family of artists makes it both easier and harder to be an artist one’s self. Easier because you receive an honorary PhD in contemporary art by the age of 12. Harder because it’s so incredibly difficult to find your own voice in the cacophony of surrounding forms.
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