

watercolour pencils on paper.
Nobbly rocks, sea glass, driftwood.

artist

150 x 150 cm – acrylic on canvas.
Hiharin is a word used in the ancient singing notation for the bagpipes called Canntaireachd. This phrase comes in a tune called the ‘Lament for Mary Macleod’. It is my entry for the 145th RSW exhibition held in Edinburgh .
Happy Hogmanay everyone and see you in 2026 ! x
She has a repair to her coat, bright yellow dashes of thread pull together a tear in the collar. She asks if I think it will be warm enough, her coat, to wear on her day trip to Orkney. Perhaps I say, but isn’t it an awfully long way to go for a day trip ? Turns out she is going to Thurso for a holiday, which raises yet more questions but the bus has arrived at stance number four. The door opens and she slowly ascends, her first steps to the far north. I gaze out at the grey sea, grey sky and wonder if it might be warmer in Wick right now.