dominique cameron RSW

Charcoal, watercolour, pencil and sea water.

Coastal path to Anstruther. High tide.

A kestrel hovers just above my head, unconcerned by my presence. Rain over Pittenweem brings the wind. It rips the paper from my board and I clamber down the rocks to get it back – crumpled and a bit soggy.

mixed media on paper 78x35ccm

Sanday, Orkney. Mixed media on paper.

Charcoal drawing.

A quick sketch from the house. To all my lovely family and friends for a wonderful surprise birthday weekend. I had a fabulous time . Thankyou, am still smiling.

Small yellow winged birds flit from rock to rock. Morning walkers in bobble hats and boots. Puddles. Up the path to the stubbled field. Blooming gorse for a birthday. Muddied footprints, washing lines and sheds.

This is the start for my new line of walking and drawing and talking through the village.

Cold morning, very cold.

Layers of clothing later I head out along the High Street and meet Gordon the street cleaner. His travels have taken him to John O’ Groats where he saw the MV Bettina wrecked on the rocks below. His uncle, a seaman from Anstruther circumnavigated the globe in 1961.He heads east and I west out of the village .

Marram grass, Sanday, Orkney.

A machair of wildflowers – orchids, birdsfoot trefoil, grass of Parnassus, eyebright, thrift and scurvy grass set against the enormity of the wide northern skies. On the far side of the bay some German duck shooters had once bought the farmhouse installing gold taps and a very large telescope. They had to sell to pay a debt owed for wrecking Ernie Groundwaters pleasure cruiser.

Intro for exhibition next weekend –

This exhibition represents work made this year in locations that span the Scilly Isles to the Orkney Isles. My parents live at opposite ends of the country, on islands that couldn’t be more different, and yet, the stories that are made and told are not so different. It is the stories of people and place and my subsequent re-telling that is important to me as an artist. Without stories and the things that we keep to represent those accounts, it seems we have little. And so, the telling of who we are and who we have been gives us our framework, our narrative, a line we can walk being careful not to drop things on the way. But, sometimes if we do, others might find bits of us in the most unexpected places and re-imagine a different line. Finding the bits of people in the landscape (including myself) is my job and returning them as something new is what I do.