harbour

Friday morning. Seagulls pooing on me, the crew of the fishing boat ‘Marelann’ singing, the hum of engines and machinery working on repairing the harbour wall.  The smell of fish, piles of netting. Stillness. I think I am looking for an equivalent to my Dundee drawing world, and perhaps this space of complexity, chaos and openness is it. Its function is more defined,but within it there exists the same sense of possibilities connected to a frontier land, and where both environments have been governed by water as a means of production, the Dighty burns industry once laid claim to the landscape. It does still here today.There lies the difference.