dominique cameron RSW

Sketch, Ruby Bay, Elie.

Below the rocks the sea slaps, slips over bronze bladderwrack . The wind is picking up and the sea responds, churning itself round the small bay, dashing into the smallest of gaps, salt floats high in the air, curing this landscape like a memory. A startling white gannet glides past heading east to the Bass Rock.

The trees have a heavy dark green velvet curtain feel to them, as if they are being pulled open and shut in the cool wind that blows in from the Tay. They are starting to reach the end of their fullness, too tired to keep their youthful hue . Cows daunder on the fields edge and behind, Normans Law, rising to such a view it is worth the climb – north, south, east, west – river, mountain, tree. An ancient history here sings the yellowhammer and wren while the yew trees in the churchyard shift their weight in response, a dance for what its worth, a memory of younger times.

Mixed media on wood panel – 40 x 50 cm.

Just to let you know that if you fancied grabbing a copy of the book to accompany the exhibition then do please got in touch. the price is £20 plus £2 postage.

You can email me at dominiquecameron3@gmail.com and we can arrange a copy to be sent.

Also, theres a great review of the show from arts journalist Jan Patience on her substack site – airts and pairts, if you were able to take a look 🙂

Thanks

Dominique x

A huge thank you to everyone that came along on saturday for the opening of the show. It was a great day with lots of good conversations about the project and art making in general. And with some sales too it was a great success. Do drop along if you can, the show runs until the 22nd June.

Tomintoul and Granny Pine, Abernethy wood.

High pillowed clouds in the bluest sky in May, recedes to violet and smalll patches of snow still visible on the northern facing mountains. A tottering lapwing, worries its patch of earth. In the woods the towering Scots Pines, a few Grannies as they are known – the oldest, tallest, gnarliest of them, wild and unkempt in their dotage and beautiful. The sun slants to the forest floor picking out dog violets. Meet an elderly couple who walk here every day – he was head forester way back when. They have been married sixty two years. He talked about the once thriving capercaillies and the small woodland birds that would feed from his hand. Butterflies dart and birdsong fills the pine scented air.

Oil, charcoal and collage on wood panel – 40 x 50 cm.