dominique cameron RSW

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

Detail – acrylic and charcoal on paper 150cm x 45cm.

 

 

 

 

 

Ink and gesso on paper – 150cm x 45 cm

 

 

 

Ink drawing

 

Charcoal and ink on paper – 84cm x 60 cm

 

 

Acrylic and charcoal on paper – 64cm x 60 cm

Oil and acrylic on board 36cm x 28cm

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.