The book to accompany the project on my local landscape is here. Each copy is £15 which includes postage. If you would like one then email me at – dominiquecameron3@gmail.com. It looks fantastic thanks to Gary Doak’s photography and Iain Sarjeant’s design. Thanks to both of them for getting this publication together, it has meant a great deal .
Many of the pieces in the book will be part of a three person exhibition starting on April 9th with Tatha Gallery. You will be able to view the images on their website and buy online if you want any of the work. We are hoping that it might be possible to visit in person before the end of the show which ends the in the first week of May. Fingers crossed…….
The damp from last nights rain seeps into my old shoes numbing toes as the wind finds my fingers, stiffening the joints making it difficult to draw. But I am here and that feels fine enough. I sit in one of the iron age hut circles still visible with my back tucked between rocks that make up the surviving boundary wall. Rain spots the paper as a hand not quite my own scootles over the terrain with a crayon, looking, listening to the song of skylarks in the fields below. A bumblebee sits to my side, its wings gently folded against it’s body. Rabbit’s fur caught on a gorse branch smokes in the wind that whips my hair toward a crow and the horses watch on. A dog barks on a farm.
Skylarks and lambs, that’s how it is today, the spring is almost come. At least it settles in the lee of the dyke where stones warm to the notion. Grass bleached, scoured, hungover, stretches and yawns, saying it will get going shortly, in a bit….. promise.
I just want to thank everyone that has bought work today and helped raise over £500 for charities helping children and educational programmes in Yemen. You are all brilliant.
This morning I listened to the Today programme on Radio 4 as I do every morning, to hear a report that the United Nations has warned that Yemen is going to face the worst famine the world has ever seen unless it can secure four billion dollars to keep aid operations there afloat. Education is one of the casualties of the war. Journalist Orla Guerin – @OrlaGuerin and her producer Clare Read visited a school in Taiz. She says many of the teachers have not been paid by the Government for years so many have left altogether. In one classroom she finds a substitute teacher – Ahmed, a nine year old boy. He is the best student in the school they are told and he has been blind since birth. He wants to be a teacher when he grows up. In the meantime he has a wish list -” a new school, chairs, doors, windows, black boards, lights and bateries. The most important thing is that they work .” They hear gunshot and explosions often and are scared they will die, and yet they still attend school clinging to their education now more than ever.
I heard this and thought I just wanted to do something, however small to help.
So with this in mind I am going to try and do a small bit to help. Listed below are a selection of drawings/paintings that I am offering for sale with all proceeds, minus postage, to go to a charity connected with children and education in Yemen. If you are able to help that would be wonderful . Thanks so much for reading. Dominique.
All of the paintings measure approx 25 x 20 cm and are unframed. The price is £125 each which includes the postage costs.
To Crow wood – SOLD.Path along the burn SOLD.Snow tree – SOLD.Cabbage fields – SOLD.Glencoe – SOLD.
A drawing about a place called Drumcarrow Craig in Fife. It is a small hill a short distance from St Andrews, an extinct volcanic plug where the remains of an iron age broch still stand and the outline of at least three hut circles . The hill is scattered with small boulders, exposed slabs of olivine dolerite, with small pools and bog. There are white horses . It is the start of another new project with writer and friend Rebecca Sharp. We will be working together and independently to explore this small landscape- as Rebecca says….’the stories , voices and buried/dreamt things’. This is my reflection, and initial response.
Lapwings peewitting, crows polka dotting the bare fields. Kids at the strawberry farm out on this snow day. A quad bike pulling a girl in a plastic box, slipping, sliding across the track, giggling, squealing. Two boys wrestling in the deep snow, hurly burly, falling , laughing on this snow day.
dominique cameron RSW 