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Raining, walking and drawing.

New Year near Kinloch Hourn. Look at it on a map and you’ll see its a road to nowhere or somewhere depending or how you look at things. But its also the middle of nowhere and I had forgotten how dark the night sky can be . The sound of water is everywhere below, above and across the dark stained moorland, rolling down the hillsides emptying into amber coloured burns, and finally into the river in the glen. Deer, buzzards, but little else out in this end of year weather. It is full of quiet, if you can ignore the rain, such a fullness of silence, it is just the place for new ideas.

A very happy new year !

Dominique x

Hithe is an old word for landing place. Oil on wood – 20 x 25 cm .

The Great Moor is glowing, like a breath igniting embers of a fire. The climb onto Dunadd, ancient coronation rock of Scottish Kings. French horns proclaim the arrival of the geese. Ogham text speaks down through the ages, now gone with the wind and the wild boar.

Acrylic, charcoal and watercolour crayon on plywood – 122 x 95 cm.

A day of frustration in the studio, of getting it wrong. So, a walk to Badgers Wood. Shadows ink the north edge of beech trees that mark the boundary. Embroidered moss tucks its feet in around their roots. Holding out a hand to the horizon I can rest the sun in my palm, mine for a moment in all the world. The shrike of sharp bird song, an old man and his dog with a few words on the weather at days end. A bumblebee forages on the slim pickings of gorse flowers as the sun sinks lower, cooling the air and the day exhales.

Oil and charcoal on panel – 20 x 25 cm.

At a lay-by a man in his car, outstretched arms draped over the steering wheel, tired, troubled or both. A shaft of sunlight catches the high wire cables slung between giant pylons, disappearing over velvet caped hills.

Oil on wood – 40 x 50 cm.

The grandeur of the beech, its trout silvered bark in the sharp, low October sun.

Sunday morning .

A blonde fields end meets a mute slate sky. Autumn, the turn. Scarlet hips, russet leaves caught in an eddy as the slow burn meanders to the sea. Brackish water, geese and eider, fossilised water etched on rock all caught in a long look this afternoon.

Oil and charcoal on plywood – 50 x 40 cm.