Remains.

 

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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.

One Reply to “Remains.”

  1. Life’s little treasures from someone decades ago is always a wee bit exciting to find even in blue and white pottery there will always be an unknown tale behind it which adds to the mystery and awe : )

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