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In July/August edition of Homes and Interiors Scotland.

Mixed media on paper – 77 x 56 cm

 

Here is the long awaited publication that will accompany the Leith exhibition with Alan Rae at Fidra in North Berwick. It opens on Friday 4th August and runs until 3rd September. The book looks great thanks to some brilliant photography and design. It contains all the paintings and drawings and some of the text I wrote about my walks in Leith. Please do come and see the exhibition if you can !

 

Back of Amsterdam flats.

 

Dark shadows under the trees. The main door to the tenement where I used to live propped open with a house plant. People are moving out. Into the cool of the stairwell, the slim wooden bannister curving upwards, spiralling to an Edinburgh sky of undecided mood as clouds flit across the glass. Boxes of things coming down the stairs, taking a breather at the turn of the stair. A a cat lives in the flat now – a wonky flap at the bottom of the door.

 

 

Ink on paper – 27 x 20cm

 

The breeze lifts white sheets on the line strung out into the water. Falling, breathing, as the tide rises. Birdsong, petunias in pots, Softly creased skin.

 

 

Oil and Ink on paper  – 19 x 27 cm

 

 

Here’s the poster for the show . Do come along if you can . The opening is 12 – 4pm on Saturday June 3rd.

 

This morning was spent in waders in the Dighty burn with the conservation group recovering shopping trolleys, fencing, and a Dundee street sign ( now in my studio ). Pitkerro Road is the road where the Iceland store was demolished and where Stuart found a tenner round the back when we were clearing up the rubbish. Nice to be back . And I got to drive the van. Later at home I was searching through a notebook for a piece of text when I came across a story a friend had told me about a woman on a bus in Dundee . Still made me laugh.

A woman gets on a bus. The driver asks to see her concessionary travel card. The woman takes out her purse, opens it up and shows the driver the card with her picture on it .  ‘Are you sure about that ?’ asks the driver. ‘Yes’, says the woman tartly.  ‘Really, are you sure about that ?’, he asks again. ‘Yes’, shouts the woman and sits down grumbling about the cheek of the driver. She looks down at her purse and the picture. It is an image of the Virgin Mary.