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Standing at the bus stop. Lilac blooming in a front garden opposite. I push my hands into the pockets of my coat, and I pull out the contents – a 5p coin and a penny, a receipt from the co-op, raffle tickets from the film screening a couple of weeks ago, a screwed up foil ball of a once creme egg and a shrivelled conker, dimpled, leathery, dull. I still collect chestnuts, but then forget them and find them and remember. A totem.

 

Acrylic and charcoal on board –  115 cm x 76 cm

 

Bass Rock. Charcoal and ink on paper.  – 84 cm x 58cm. This is an introduction to a project I am starting later this summer. The Firth of Forth has over a dozen islands and I am going to walk and draw some of them . Some are easy to get to in the Summer on day trip boats , others not .  I am missing islands.

 

 

Gorse glowing in the evening light .

Swallows, pheasants, bluebells, willows.

Two hares in the field.

Home.

 

 

The most easterly point of Fife, looking north. This part of the East neuk is dominated with remnants of WW2  – pillboxes, a large aircraft runway with brick and corrugated iron hangars. I like their presence, it reminds me of Orkney and its wartime architecture. Some large drawings in the summer perhaps….

 

 

Back to some drawing. I can’t quite leave Montrose. There are always more songs. This is the mottled tarmac, crane and fence posts that lead to the docklands.

 

Charcoal and acrylic on paper – 38cm x 56cm

Here are a few of the brilliant drawings made by those that came along for a drawing workshop I was leading in Dundee’s Ninewells hospital garden. We had a lovely day and the weather was warm and sunny. Thankyou to everyone who came and took up the challenge! I had a great time, as always in Dundee, and the new V and A by the way is looking suitably dreadnought -ish sitting, menacingly on the bank of the Tay.  Brutalist in black concrete. Braw.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stills from the short film ‘Leavings’. This piece is, as the name suggests about leaving, yet also it is the remnants, or traces of ourselves we leave behind.

 

 

 

 

 

Oil and charcoal on plywood  – 34cm x 31cm

 

Whin, marram and  bramble course the river as it flits east to the tangle buckie sea.