The loneliness of the moor.



Oil on found wood from Rannoch moor – 21 x 9.5 cm.

The moor is a place that divides opinion. Some find the bleakness and size overwhelming and think there is nothing there, a place not to linger but press on hurriedly to Glencoe and the west. Whereas there are others, myself included that find this landscape to be so rewarding. The everchanging light on the lochans, hills and bog, where the eye is drawn to the smallest detail and the seemingly infinite space all at the same time. Its loneliness is its merit. Rannoch is a place for adventure and retreat. A landscape that draws me to paint its physicality and attempt to say something of me and it, me in it and how life is made better because of it.


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