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Ink drawing on paper .

The curve of the sea wall veers left away to the town. Turning round it juts out into the Forth, too far to see. The fisherman’s wharf – pilings, planks, criss-crossing, small boats tied up. Low tide. Part of the harbour wall has collapsed, exposed like a cavity in a tooth, sensitive to the grey cold water. Razor wire snags my coat at the padlocked gate, admission not permitted beyond this point. A shag treads water close to a small wedge of sand where the pier meets the harbour wall. Plastic bottles, gloves, traffic cones, a Flymo without its motor. The coal hoists have gone, where once trains called pugs would pull their wagons, each one lifted by the hoist into waiting boats. By the mid 1930’s three milion tonnes of coal left this dock. Long gone. The giant turbine turns slowly in the thick grey rain. I am the only one here.

Acrylic and charcoal on plywood – 41 x 51 cm.

Acrylic, watercolour crayon and charcoal on board – 102 x 76.5 cm.

Acrylic and charcoal on plywood panel – 41 x 31 cm.

Mixed media on plywood panel – 25 x 20 cm.

I am thrilled to say that yesterday I was elected as a member of the Royal Scottish Society of Painters in Watercolour – RSW in Scotland.

Dominique x

Flicker of sun on water, darkness, light. Where the burn leaves the wood six herons hunker by the water’s edge. Crows clockwork walk over a stubbled field. Autumn exhales sending golden birch leaf coins in to the tumbling water, a wish for winters grace.

Charcoal on paper – 60 x 42 cm.

Darkness of roots and rotting wood throw the sunlit ferns into piercing bright starry pointed relief. Green is retreating with every day. Shadows on the burn etch the rock beneath. Ochre is here, mined, payment for rent centuries ago. Cool half tones, demisemiquavers of beech leaves . Crows in the canopy.