A view of the wood

 

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Detail from large drawing – 175 x 55 cm. Rolling out the paper in the long wet grass, drawing the sleepy lines of late summer. I look toward the wood.

 

 

 

A journey.

 

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‘It doesn’t look too promising’, she says. I think she means the day not her life. A woman shouts, ‘ ….tell Jim the weddin’s aff….’ and roars with laughter. Flocks of yellow cranes at the dockside in Methil. Paintwork bodyshops and hair salons. Bottle glass bay windows at the Buck and Hind, a nod to the time when the word ‘old’ ended in ‘e’. A girl on her phone says she’ll be late for her interview. She rolls another cigarette. A man in his allotment sits smoking a pipe. I think of my dad and the rolling of tobacco in the palms of his hands, of a photograph from the 1970’s of my suntanned, youthful parents. My mum is wearing a long red dress, my dad in a mustard three piece suit standing next to the new stereogram, smoking his pipe. A husband patiently explains the rules of sudoku to his wife. She asks ‘…..so why can’t I put a four there ?’ He explains again. ….’But why…..?’. She stops, loses interest and turns to look out of the window. She should have brought an umbrella.

Shinrin-yoku.

 

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110 x 69cm – charcoal, acrylic and earth on paper.

According to Lindsay Baker in an article for the BBC ‘Shinrin- yoku’ is the Japanese term for ‘taking in the forest’ or ‘forest bathing’. It is currently back in fashion as a popular type of preventative health care and healing in Japanese medicine.

Early morning Bass Rock.

 

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The smell hits you and the sight and sound of thousands of birds. Blue eyed gannets, diving, gliding, circling, coming into land. Mud, shit, rock. That is all. The birds bring seaweed for their nests , housekeeping, tidying. Black tipped winged white ghosts shrieking, cackling. Derelict buildings, once a prison, hell on earth. An extraordinary place. Volcanic columns of rock rising vertically from the seabed –  a density of darkest matter, its counterpoint the fragility of flighted snow white birds clouding this place with light and life. A wonder. I wash my brushes in the sea and get a soaking.