Author: dominiquefcameron

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Forth -southwesterly storm force 10 decreasing gale force 8.

 

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Today’s forecast – windy, very windy. Definitely a painting day so headed out to Fife Ness with big paper to try and record something of the sea. Even weighted down with stones the paper kept flying away either down the beach on in my face. Not laughing three hours later….. However a fabulous afternoon, and the finished painting looks a bit battered around the edges as I did walking back over the golf course not making eye contact with the golfers who probably had their own thoughts on how I looked .

 

Acrylic and charcoal on paper – 140 x 60 cm.

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Hawthorn blossom.

 

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Bees woozy on the hawthorns mortal scent. Sheeps wool caught on its spiky armour, tokens of devotion for Aphrodite.

 

Ink on paper 76 x 56 cm.

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Field corner.

 

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Mixed media on paper -114 x 56 cm.

A warm breeze and bright sun this morning looking over the Forth to North Berwick Law. A hare sits on the track, its ears twitching. Swallows swoop low over the water and  hawthorn blossom so full the branches are bent double. Sheep’s wool caught on the bark of  Scots Pines. Fish rise, a dragonfly blue and a redstart sings high in a tree.

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The Pool

 

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Cool east wind ripples across the water, the grasses quiver in the margins.

Mixed media on paper – 84 x 58 cm.

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The Farm

 

 

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Now that the woods project is finished I have been looking for my next challenge, and I think I have found it. I have started a new project at Ian and Carole’s farm. I spent the morning taking a wander round and made a few sketches – my first drawings of sheep. I sat in the field and they all wandered over to take a look, I don’t think they were terribly impressed. Anyway I will be coming back over the course of a year to draw and paint. It is beautiful here, the views stretch away south over the Forth to East Lothian and the Lammermuir hills beyond. There are copses of Scots pine, large horse chestnut trees and a small reservoir.  Swallows are darting and swooping between the byres and it feels a like a gentle introduction to farming life this morning. I want to look at the landscape and how it is farmed in this part of Fife. My thanks  to Carole and Ian for agreeing to have me around. I’ll try not to get under their feet. ……

 

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Bloom.

 

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The wood has awoken. Gone the bare earth and bones of trees. Wild garlic, bluebells. An endless breath of green shimmers, flares, spins, laughs. This youthful fragility squeezes a heart to bursting. The sky has topsy-turvied to meet the woodland floor with patches of bluebells and forget-me-nots, enough to make a pair of sailors breeks. Constellations of white stars sweep beneath the trees to the edges of the burn, their light marking my way.

 

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