*** THIS IS A PRE-ORDER. PRINTS WILL BE SHIPPED AT THE END OF AUGUST, ONCE THE EXHIBITION HAS ENDED ***
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
Signed and numbered
Delivered in a presentation box
Ready to frame
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/
*** THIS IS A PRE-ORDER. PRINTS WILL BE SHIPPED AT THE END OF AUGUST, ONCE THE EXHIBITION HAS ENDED ***
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
Signed and numbered
Delivered in a presentation box
Ready to frame
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/
