|Roni Horn - Thicket No. 1, 1989-90, Aluminium & Plastic|
Friday, 4 November 2016
Friday, 26 August 2016
Friday, 29 July 2016
Sunday, 5 June 2016
Friday, 27 May 2016
|Lesley Punton - Big dark rock peak - oil on board - 2016|
|Lesley Punton - Lucky hill - oil and silverpoint on board - 2016|
|Lesley Punton - Misty mount - oil on board - 2016|
|Lesley Punton - Hill of Brightness - silverpoint on gesso on board - 2016|
Some new paintings in a larger series of works exploring the naming of the gaelic mountain landscape through colour.
Much of the way landscape is named in Gaelic is highly descriptive, and colour crops up again and again. Hills such as Beinn Dearg Mor are conventionally translated as 'big red hill' - these rather lumpen translations don't do justice to the multiple and often contested possible translations of the Gaelic to English, and to the shifting sense of colour when in the hills. In attempting to translate these hills into a field of colour (or light), my title translations have partly been arrived at through conversation with Alec Finlay, so my gratitude and thanks are sent to him here.
Sunday, 27 March 2016
Sunday, 10 January 2016
Friday, 9 October 2015
Monday, 31 August 2015
The first edition of visual/bind which includes David Watson't essay on my work "walking as knowing"is now online at http://visualbind.org/ Visual/bind is a new journal from Australia where artists write about other artists' practices.
Tuesday, 25 August 2015
Friday, 3 July 2015
I nod and nod to my own shadow and thrust
A mountain down and down.
Between my feet a loch shines in the brown,
It's silver paper crinkled and edged with rust.
My lungs say No;
But down and down this treadmill hill must go
Parishes dwinde. But my parish is
This stone, that tuft, this stone
And the cramped quarters of my flesh and bone.
I claw that tall horizon down to this;
My shadow jumps huge miles away from me.
Norman MacCaig, March 1954
Moon rising over Canisp & Suilven, April 2007, at the end of a gloriously long day, walking from Lochinver to Elphin with Jim and Roxy (my loving dog), having returned back to our starting point.