dominique cameron RSW

As I walk down the road cars hurtle past. Wind picking up, warm and giddy. I veer off into a small woodland of beech and sycamore and ferns.Leaning against a tree to draw I feel a thud, and another . Looking up, the treetops are swaying into each other. It surprises me to feel the tremor descend the trunk of the tree and down through my body to my feet. I draw a beech and let my eye follow the shape of the branches. My hand knows what to do.

Stirlins.

Brattlin’, bletherin’, black glent green

spread the word of the toon from the spire of its kirk.

Clypin’ clishmaclaivers,

the pursing of beaks.

A nudge of wing send the drave

blawing, birling,

falling over the rooftops, to begin agane.

the gibble- gabble.

A sketch for Bella to say thankyou for her wonderful flowers and her kindness. She has made me think about what I want to investigate in painting now. I have a plan.

Mixed media on canvas 50x50cm.

Bella wears gold slippers. She gives me a houseplant for my studio. In her back garden she has model sheep on her lawn. She brings them in at Christmas.

      

Walking through the village I stopped to look at a garden full of dahlias. Bella asked if I would like some. As she cut them she told me the railway station had been just up the way – ‘Aye grand fae gettin’ tae Dundee’. The line closed just after the war.Her husband had been a farmer and her father a fisherman. The gate to her front garden had a fishing boat in the design. Her favourite colour of dahlia was pink, the same shade as her overcoat.

Monday morning. Bass rock and North Berwick Law. Warm sun and clouds.

Friday morning. Seagulls pooing on me, the crew of the fishing boat ‘Marelann’ singing, the hum of engines and machinery working on repairing the harbour wall.  The smell of fish, piles of netting. Stillness. I think I am looking for an equivalent to my Dundee drawing world, and perhaps this space of complexity, chaos and openness is it. Its function is more defined,but within it there exists the same sense of possibilities connected to a frontier land, and where both environments have been governed by water as a means of production, the Dighty burns industry once laid claim to the landscape. It does still here today.There lies the difference.

Rain over the Forth.

Coastal path in Orkney. Another edge.