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• An A4 print of “THE ALIEN PANCAKES OF CÙL MòR”, part of my exhibition Neither Warlord or Poet, running at The Ceilidh Place in Ullapool until 8th August

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• Delivered in a presentation box

• Ready to frame

Assynt has a primordial grip on me, a tangential connection. Perhaps it is something to do with my heritage from Wester Ross. Perhaps it is just the vast and unquestioning connection that the rock here has to the very, very distant past of all Earth’s creation. This landscape is so old that its presence tells rich stories of wisdom, endurance and persistence. It’s not an ordinary concept to respect or pity rocks, yet I do. The turmoil these rocks have been subjected to is so brutal that at times my heart bleeds for their troubles. Suilven... an inselberg that I hold in such abstract and lauded esteem oozes character from every aspect. The grumpy face of the sad grey giant from the West, from the east a towering bum of pride, from the south and north appearing as the sleeping giant, bloated and tired, gasping at the sky. I love this place with the grief of death, it’s darkened, long lasting aspect a chilling reminder of my fleshy insignificance.  

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• An A4 print of “Sgurr an Fhidhleir”, part of my exhibition Neither Warlord or Poet, running at The Ceilidh Place in Ullapool until 8th August

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'Rocky peak of the Fiddler' or simply 'The Fiddler'. There are a few theories on how this mountain came to get its name; some folk say its triangular form is the elbow of a fiddler high in the air, others say that it looks like the heel of a bow. One of the more fanciful notions I’ve heard is that the cries of Eagles, echoing off the face of the buttress, would sustain and create a note much like a fiddle played in the high register. Whatever mystery is written into these hills it makes no odds. Fact is, I've still to venture into the glen which sits at its base, An Clù-nead (Warm, Sheltered Rest) and I fantasise about it often. Though the eagle story may be spurious, I would love to hear the sound of a fiddle in that place. 

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• An A4 print of “TECHNICALLY IT’S STILL THE ICEAGE”, part of my exhibition Neither Warlord or Poet, running at The Ceilidh Place in Ullapool until 8th August

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If Caledonian pines can live for 700 years, how old are these dead ones? The land on the slopes of Toll Creagach in Glen Cannich remains untouched for 10,000 years, bar a deer fence. It is clear that only stalkers come this way. All the trees here are ancient characters, craning away towards their drawn-out future. Even in death, they stand proud against the incoming barrage of western fronts.

These landscapes can be found all across the highlands, though they are buried deep, it’s easy to forget that most of the landscape you find yourself in used to forested. The people and the deer have taken most of it.

They are an allegory for my people!

This poem by Somhairle Maclean says it best.
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/hallaig/

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• An A4 print of “KENYERNORSE”, part of my exhibition Neither Warlord or Poet, running at The Ceilidh Place in Ullapool until 8th August

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This croft house is in the settlement of Dalsetter, North Yell, Shetland. There is a large house close by called the Easterhouse of Dalsetter, where I assume the laird lived. I have looked for information on Dalsetter and all I can find is the census records of the 52 people who lived there, the last recorded entry being 1871. 

Although this house is not of the West Highlands it does allow me to spout off about how integral Norse and Scandanvian cultures have been to Scotland, it is only in the last century that these ancient and deep seeded ties have been severed. For years I have been obsessed with Iceland and found out that after recent genealogical research it turns out that 60% of the women on Iceland have genes from the North of Scotland. The tale we have been spun by the colonists is that the Norse came and took the Women in raids and enslaved them. These women were know as Thrall, derived from the Gaelic word tràillean, meaning slaves. I’m not sure if it was that clear cut to be honest, I mean the Norse settled everywhere ,we’re as much them as we are the other. Of course Iceland until recently believed most of it’s blood line came from Norway, just another colonial deceit.

Everyone’s from somewhere and it shouldn’t actually matter.