Cove Park Residencies at Dunoon Burgh Hall

This is the final week of our group show at Dunoon Burgh Hall, with work made by four cowal-based artists at Cove Park residencies this year. (Sandi Kiehlmann, Jackie Stevenson, Soozie Tarkenter and myself.) The gallery is open 12-4 daily.

Maps of the Other Side, Cove Park, 2018 – by Anoushka Havinden

In July this year, I spent a week at Cove Park, exploring ways of making new work. I took a pile of books, and various ideas I’d been working with including mermaid/selkie stories.

 At Peaton Layo, the shingle beach at the bottom of the hill from Cove Park (a good spot for swimming) I found driftwood that suggested a head, and eventually collected the remains of a mermaid figure.

I used this figure to embody a character, to narrate a story that then informed the work I made.

The mermaid was a creature that longed for human life but never settled wholly on land, a self-created, impossible creature pulled in different directions. The poem, written in her own odd, broken Scots, is her last will and testament.

Words and images sprang from the mermaid’s central, invisible and unwritten story. This was informed by the history and geography of that sliver of coastline, the loch beyond, and the Clyde Estuary that flows down past Dunoon.

Peaton Layo: ‘A flat rocky point on Loch Long – it is supposed to be a corruption of the word Leac, a flat stone’ – Ordnance Survey Name Book

Leac

a slate (for writing on)

a ledge (of rock)

a slab (of stone)

a flagstone, paving stone

 

a cheek

a gravestone

a hillside

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With many thanks to all at Dunoon Burgh Hall and Cove Park.

 

 

Long

 

a ship

a boat

a vessel

a craft

 

 

 

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Cove Park

I’m off to do a week’s residency in Cove Park, shortly. Gathering books, materials, thought strands, screwing courage to the sticking place. I’m planning to introduce my poetry to my visual art and see what happens. hooded The residency will be followed in August by a group exhibition in Dunoon Burgh Hall. Watch this space for more info.

Janus days

(The days at the turn of the year)

a process of sinking – a following of form, a stripping away, a pursuit into the unknown.

Last year, in these turning days, I made large, shadowy ink paintings on paper.

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Despite

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Red indian skirt, grandmother’s shawl, grandmother’s easel, grandmother’s onionskin paper, sandals in December, the wrong feet, a child’s brush, the sludge from the bottom of last week’s painting jar, pastel scraps; the size of two overlapping pieces of roughly A3 paper.