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Recipes for Dyeing

Rangers, Gardeners and Estate Workers, have all been intrigued by my water experiments. A weaver from the island was called up regarding natural dyes; black oak galls were suggested. Gardeners checked the estate inventory, sadly no Quercus velutina on the Estate. Popping into the Arts and Mind workshop a member suggests regular oak plus cedar bark.

I’d trawled the internet too, then last night the strangest thing happened; my latest bedtime read is a book by Tim Ingold and in the chapter Materials Against Materiality, this: “… from the twelfth century… oak galls are collected crushed and either boiled or infused with rainwater. The other main ingredient is copperas, manufactured by the evaporation of water from ferrous earth or by pouring sulphuric acid on old nails… [] The copperas is added to the oak-gall potion and thoroughly stirred with a stick from a fig tree. This has the effect of turning the solution from pale brown to black. Finally gum arabic – made from the dried up sap of an acacia tree – is added in order to thicken the concoction”. The recipe is for black ink. And after all this research, I know I won’t be dyeing the water. I could if the artwork were to be a ‘closed system’ – no liquids in or out. The truth hit home during yesterday’s mid-deluge walk into Brodick. I kept losing the path, high-tide had sucked away the beach and swollen tributaries tumbled over low bridges. Sloshing ankle-deep I tried to keep to a notional divide between sea and flooded marsh, water everywhere.

Water in a landscape is rarely still; water within the artwork will be replaced and replenished by Arran’s fantastic rainfall, only sunken material at the bottom of the pool will have any chance of remaining.


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Vision in White

The first ‘vision in white’, floating in a dark pool, was originally to be Goatfell; as it would have appeared in the last Ice Age, a jagged granite apex piercing a sea of snow. Then came the reversal; so often during my stay low cloud has removed just those peaks the ice would have left revealed, perhaps my ‘isle’ should be inverted seen only in reflection.

On trips around the island I’ve been collecting materials for my experimental pools, from brilliant white west coast shells I created an island as ‘raised beach’ hovering above the water. Tectonic plates of fine red sandstone sand swivelled and collided captured and held suspended in surface tension. The workspace is scattered with abandoned ideas: raised beaches, miniature mountains, atolls, carboniferous swamps and peat bogs, plus a bit of ‘land clearance’ wool.


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