dominique cameron RSW

This morning was spent building a nine hole golf course in the woods at the back of Iceland. We had pallets to tee off from and empty paint tins for holes. It sounds rubbish but it is brilliant. We played a few of the holes, Stuart being crowned champion, with myself a close second  – not sure how ! Anyway, its there for anyone to find and see if they can figure it out. Theres talk of an annual Dighty Cup, but then again……

   

Jane, Stuart, Alistair, Catherine, Joe, Ryan and Trev.

Acrylic, gesso, conte pastel and charcoal on Evening Telegraph July 3rd 2015. Title- ‘Bobs half price sale’ from the newsprint in painting.

Baldovie Incinerator, Dundee. Ended up drawing on lots of sheets of paper, as the shapes of the structure grew and grew in the hot morning sun. Forgot to put on suncream and my face burning. Lorry driver laughing at my attempts to keep the drawing under control. In the way of the Council grass cutting machine as it chewed up the grass and the litter behind me.

Drawing along the burn at Douglas, the Incinerator in the background. Thundery rain wetting the paper, wind picking up.

 

A Buddha in the burn,

now that’s a funny thing to find

amongst

roman coins and tudor buttons.

Ben Sherman shirts and galluses,

a red handkerchief in your pocket.

He’s studying dentistry,

she, sensitivity,

finding it hard not to laugh

at metal detecting someones head…

bzzzzzz…….

Now thats a treasure.

 

Sounds of the ’70’s in Douglas.

Fintry shams, Lochee Fleet, Kirkton Huns and Douglas Toddy, bands of boys, in bands of colour, jumpers knitted by their Grannies. Drinking, yelling, brawling, laughing, trying to get the girl. Green and reds and black and blue. Dundee, Arbroath, Leven and Methil, big men, small men, wide men, scared men, running. Into trouble.

Thankyou to Kenny and Charlie for their brilliant stories about the gangs in Dundee and for the music of ‘St Andrews and the Woollen Mills.’

Orkney, winter.                    mixed media on wood.

The mornings drawing whilst listening to Nina Simone  ‘ Little girl blue’ album.  Title of the drawing –   ‘Last chance saloon’ after some text from the Evening Tele used in the picture.

Gesso, acrylic and charcoal on Evening Telegraph from June 3rd 2015.

Grey clouds, cool wind, Thursday morning. Bus shelter Fintry Road. Why has the church not got a steeple? It was better when the Corporation ran the buses. Wages clerk with Tescos for 22 years, retired last week. He looked at my drawing and squinted at the street beyond. He said the road went like that, not like that as he peered at the drawing again. He was right but then I told him it looked different in my head. He drew war pictures. Battleships…..

Standing in the bus shelter I feel the beach between my toes – left over holiday sand scrubbing my feet. I meet two women called Violet. One in a bright yellow sun of a tee shirt tells me …’Its getting better every day’. I give another woman my flyer with the drawing on the front. She says she would stick it on her fridge door and copy the drawing for herself. She had the most freckly face and a wide grin. I carry on drawing and begin to know Happyhillock Road, at least a little.