dominique cameron RSW

 

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.

 

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.

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