Touching Distance

Touching Distance

It’s a strange world. I’m strange, you are strange, and the person next to you is strange. I mention this because we sometimes have the perception that everything strange is out there. Science Fiction and Fantasy adventures fuel this unease. Orcs, Goblins, Daleks and...
The Sound of many waters

The Sound of many waters

This is a collection of paintings mainly sourced from a recent stay in Mangersta, on the South West corner of Lewis. The title is taken from text from both the Old and New Testament; the book of Ezekiel and the book of Revelation*. Why? Firstly, because it fits the...

Despatches from remote places

I’m writing this from a lay-by in a forsaken area of the West Coast of Lewis. The wind is a monotone chant, the rain beats out an irregular rhythm, the light is background only, a faint descant. What on earth am I doing here? The writer Michel Faber once...