dominique cameron RSW

150 x 150 cm – acrylic on canvas.

Hiharin is a word used in the ancient singing notation for the bagpipes called Canntaireachd. This phrase comes in a tune calles the ‘Lament for Mary Macleod’. It is my entry for the 145th RSW exhibition held in Edinburgh .

Happy Hogmanay everyone and see you in 2026 ! x

A horse gallops past in the field next door, sets a thundering tempo, counting in a chorus of dissonant crows in the tall beech trees down the hill. A train in the distance pulls into the station, its plaintive horn ushers in a great commotion from a donkey beyond the trees. Rustlings of small animals amongst the stalks of spent thistles. A swans wingbeat overhead. Songs for a quiet day, unremarkable, unnnoticed by those indoors. The blue tits trembling insistence twinkles above it all, lifting the music to the roof of the soft, grey sky.

In this half light the world feels submerged, birdsong is muffled, dampened like the earth itself, heavy from days of persistent light rain. The bark of the Scots pines blacken the sky. A group of deer stand stock still in the cut field, staring at me as I pass beneath the trees into the woods. The hills in the distance have disappeared, life is stalling or at least slowing in this new, unknown landscape.

This is one of my first walks from my new house. It has been a hectic couple of weeks and I’m pleased to have found a few hours this afternoon for a wander.

A huge thank you to everyone this year for their support in all your various ways and I wish everyone the merriest of times this Christmas and Hogmanay and we’ll see each other again in the New Year.

Dominique x

Acrylic and charcoal on panel – 50 x 50 cm.

It’s been a year.

Oil and charcoal on panel – 40 x 50 cm.

Oil and charcoal on panel – 20 x 25 cm.

November rain, a freckling, softens footfall, trampling acorns into the deep leaf forest floor. Silver lichen glows in the indigo light. The wind picks up , drawings take flight. Blooming yellow flag iris in the bog by the shore.