beach

THERE IS ONLY THE HACKLE OF A HOLE WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

oil , sand and shell on a cradled gesso panel, 25 x 25 cm, 2024.

This small painting is from a group especially made for Tatha Gallery’s celebration of its tenth year.
They are part of a new body of work I am making about Tentsmuir and Kinshaldy beach where I walk my dog several times a month, based on a poem I wrote almost 2 years ago (published in Tears in the Fence Literary journal Spring 2023). From it I have taken the titles of these small paintings.

HERE AT TENTSMUIR; EXCHANGING BEACHES

loose pigment, sand and shell in oil paint over acrylic layers on canvas, 80 x 70 cm

part of a new body of work I am making about Tentsmuir and Kinshaldy beach where I walk my dog once or twice a week, based on a poem I wrote almost 2 years ago (published in Tears in the Fence Literary journal Spring 2023).

lark song opening what happens with sand with shell the seams spread wide
stitches running
shape the entrance with flooded grasses and behind the quiet dark trees
the dark forest
the abandoned stations singing a judgement