Category: Journal

 

 

Shadow of Ian in the sheep pen. Mixed media on paper – 23 x 33cm

 

 

Through the window at the back of the tractor cab watching Alistair and Raymond work in the rain.

Charcoal and acrylic on paper – 33 x 25 cm.

 

Ink and charcoal on paper – 33 x 25 cm.

 

The farm is a complicated place of movement between birth, growth, death and decay. All of these states exist side by side, regularities of a year bring lambing, sowing, selling, harvesting and ploughing, yet these very constants are neither fixed nor certain. These rhythms are forever altered, sometimes thwarted by outside influences – weather, prices, illness, yield, mechanical failure and the general maintenance of the farm itself. This life is known and bounded by age old parameters but subject to the volatility of markets and of nature itself. The only constant is the land itself upon which all these movements happen. In some ways the land is the manuscript, where the songs are composed and notated, each year a similar tune in a different key with new sections added or redacted. Until now I was only hearing the melody, yet there are other parts integral to the existence of the farm, and they too belong in this composition.

 

 

Warm blustery winds from the west bring a breath of autumn over the hillside. Sun, showers, long grass, wet feet. I get a ride in the tractor up to the top field where Alistair and Raymond dismantle a crow trap. There are no crows. Flocks of spuggies (sparrows), reddening berries, plums and  conkers. A field mushroom too, the first I’ve seen this year. Raymond tells me about the old drovers roads, now all but lost save for a couple of places that once connected Kingsbarns to the palace of Falkland away to the west. They start to replace rotten fence posts. In the worst of the showers I sit in the workshop and draw the paraphernalia that accompanies farms – cupboards of tools, implements, bit of things….. The sun streams through skylights in the byre giving the scene an almost biblical look as it falls on the straw strewn floor. I walk back to the village following the burn down the hill. Summer is just beginning to fade, the land here is slowing and softening and ripening. I look forward to lighting the fire and blackberry and apple crumble and feel excitement about working outdoors in the coming months. There’s a skip to my step.

 

Ink sketch.

I spent a wonderful day at Ninewells Community Garden in Dundee leading a workshop with a group making garden books. It was a pleasure to work with everyone who really showed their creative talents and shared their own garden stories . A lovely day. Thank you for asking me back. And for the redcurrants, gooseberries and peas !

 

 

Charcoal on paper 28 x 19 cm.

 

Detail from large drawing 115 x 140 cm, acrylic and charcoal on paper.

 

 

 

Gesso, ink and charcoal on board – 36 x 25 cm

 

Gesso, acrylic, ink and charcoal on paper – 90 x 50 cm