As is my wont when let loose in Edinburgh, I was wandering around giving serendipity a chance to make my day. Crossing the North Bridge, I glanced over the parapet and noticed an exhibition at the City Art Centre "The Artist and the Sea".
Well, as
I live by the sea and I know quite a few artists, I just had to go
and take a look. A quick diversion down The Scotsman steps past the
erstwhile home of that august newspaper and I was in Market Street
and the gallery.
Happenstance
worked again. I had an enjoyable hour or more with a couple of
hundred years of art with themes from Trafalgar to trawlers and from
McTaggart's St Columba to Bellany's fish gutters.
Marvellous
stuff.
In
such company it seems presumptuous to choose a highlight but it was.
for me, Elizabeth Ogilvie's triptych Sea
Journals.
Three
panels - the centre one, a boat and a weathered, faded journal of a
trip to the home of her people on St Kilda. with the anticipation,
then the elation as Hirta appears on the horizon. The side panels
contain the most delicate drawings of fronds of kelp growing and
waving in the deep water.
 |
| Hirta and Boreray on the horizon |
It
brought back memories of an unforgettable trip to St Kilda some years
ago.
I have only a few camera shots to convey the impressions of
that day.
Sea Journals
captures the essence of St Kilda more than pictures or words can.
I suppose that's what art does.
I suppose that's what art does.
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