Island Creature, oil on paper, 2016.
Yesterday I worked with my friend Karen Lorenz to record readings from my fragmentary notes made whilst sitting on the white sands of Iona, or in the bosky light of St Oran’s Chapel. The readings are for a film Karen is making about my Iona works, due to be released around the same time as the launch of the book Iona Notebooks.
Here is a short passage I wrote whilst sitting on a rock beside the forlorn body of a dead seal pup in November 2016.
Little slim skull
speckled grey babe
silver black and senseless
the crows make sky of your eyes
I sit hunched in the cold wind, and weep for you.