Oil and acrylic on board 36cm x 28cm
The walk.
The swans woolly bugle funnels up the river to the idle North Sea ships waiting out the lull. Orange curtains twitch, brick chimneys lean into a wind that blatters the outhouse doors. Unhinging. Passing by a conversation, ‘You never tell me anything’, she says. ‘Ask me anything, I don’t have secrets’, he says, holding out his arms. Mudlarking. Under the bridge a cuttlefish bone gleams amongst bladderwrack while in fields above the town the red ploughed earth skewls toward a warming spring sun.
Wharf Street.
Mixed media on hardboard – 36cm x 28cm
Yellow lines.
Ink on paper.
Drying green.
Mixed media on paper 35cm x 26 cm
Caledonia Street.
Mixed media on paper -51cm x 42 cm
Alfred Street
mixed media on paper 40cm x 30cm.
The Close.
Wednesday. A heron ghosts the line between sea and shore. Seagulls, police sirens, staccato, contrapuntal. The substation hums. Memories rise and fall, in and out. Dangerous currents, fragile roof, a smashed pine wardrobe lies dismembered in a front garden. Short cuts across the grass, desire lines. A hyacinth flowers in a window box, Titian blue, the colour of Ariadne’s robes, painting the street in heaven and stars.
Red garages.
Mixed media on paper. 77cm x 56cm.
A slow boat to China….
….. Or, ‘A slow bus to Chingford’ ( title of an ‘Only fools and horses’ episode ).
dominique cameron RSW 