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.
In my mind’s eye there’s potential for an artwork that encompasses the nature of change for Arran, the universe and everything, in reality, I’m so not there yet.