Friday, 4 November 2016

Friday, 26 August 2016

the magic flute

The arrival of the Queen of the Night. Stage set by Karl Friedrich Schinkel for an 1815 production

Sunday, 5 June 2016

an evening walk

the beginning of a walk up Dumgoyne, 4th June 2016

the end of a walk up Dumgoyne, 4th June 2016

Friday, 27 May 2016

coloured hills

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.

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 Visual/bind is a new journal from Australia where artists write about other artists' practices.

Friday, 3 July 2015

Climbing Suilven

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;
And suddenly
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.