Black crows rattle in the trees like dried peas in a tin. Bark scars pinch, scrafing, bleached and picked. Did you know the mouth of the burn grins baleen roots of trees, whistling a wind across the North Sea ? The silence of snow is coming.
Like walking in the rain and the snow when there’s nowhere to go.
Ink and charcoal on paper 23 x 33 cm.
Unfurling.
oil on panel – 28 x 36 cm
Into the woods- a drawing workshop.
On Saturday 12th May I will be leading a drawing workshop with ‘Off the Rails Arthouse’ in Ladybank Fife. We will be walking, drawing and exploring local woodland and hopefully making some large and small monochrome works with paint and charcoal.
There is more information on the Off The Rails website-Â http://www.offtherailsarthouse.com if you are interested and might like to join us.
Thanks and happy valentines day to everyone !
The bones of winter.
Oil on wood – 92 x 60 cm
The walk
Oil on plywood – 64 x 46 cm
Where field meets wood.
Mixed media on paper – 37 x 50 cm
Remains.
Ice fills an imprint of my boot in the mud. Maybe from my last visit or maybe before then. My footprints cover the track, heading this way and that, a woven diary of walking. A mole has left its own trace at the place where I want to paint. I rest the paper on the crumbly earth hills, it softens and sinks and settles . In the burn I spot a broken piece of blue and white pottery. Fishing it out I look at the cobalt glaze painted in China or Japan or Wemyss down the road and think of the ceramic artist marking their pot. I trace the woods in charcoal and paint. When finished all that is left are a few squashed mole hills and some paint spattered leaves.
Mixed media on paper 140 x 60 cm.
dominique cameron 