Collaboration- Sound & Nature

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Research is currently underway for a new collaborative project with my friend and peer, Yvonne Billimore. We’re combining our practises to make site specific sound, notational and sculptural pieces conveying an interaction with nature. We are taking trips to the Isle of Eigg and Harris this year to develop the project. My accordion and various other props will be joining us on our adventure.

For more information on Yvonne’s practise please view the website for my Gallery that has just recently opened in Moray – http://www.cordyhedgegallery.com

Musical Compositions – take 2

I’m taking a fresh look at my degree work, it’s time to modify and expand the colour notation.

4th March 2011

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DUALCHAS epitome of place

Exhibition of works by Louise Pearson and Yvonne Billimore.

DUALCHAS: EPITOME OF PLACE
THE VANISHED WORLD

Even the sheep, which replaced the people, have gone- to a large extent. The great sheep farms were designed to provide landowners with an economic miracle, providing meat for the great burgeoning cities of the south and wool to the factories, but they became unsustainable…

The land was given over to sporting estates to become grouse moors and deer forests… this too declined…

the Highlands are now designated National Nature Reserves, Sites of Special Scientific Interest….they are… often viewed as one of Europe’s last great wilderness areas… where some of the Highland’s indigenous creatures can still be found, inhabiting the Glens.

Edited Text: R. Noble, The Cultural Impact of the Highland Clearances, 2011.

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I composed a piano piece for the exhibition, it was written at rothiemurchus in the Cairngorms.

The wonderful Wilma Kennedy did a reading of this poem for us and we are so delighted to have such a beautiful voice featuring as a sound piece for the exhibition.

ALLT AN LOCHAIN UINE

Aig allt an Lockan Uaine,

Bha mi uair a thàmh,

’S ged bha ’n t-àite fuar,

Ged thigeadh gaoth ’o thuath orm,

’Us cathadh luath o’n àird,

Bha Allt an Lochan Uaine,

Le’ fhuaim ga m’ chuir gu pràmh.

LUINNEAG

Mo chaileag bhoidheach chuach-bhuidhe,

Na biodh ort gruaim no greann,

Ged tha mi dol as ’m eòlas

Ma’s beò dhomh thig mi ann,

’S nuair bhios damh na croice

R boilich anns a’ ghleann,

Cha d-thoirinns’ blas do phòige

Air stòr nan Innsean thall.

Oidhche dhomh ’s mi a’ m’ aonar

’S mi chomhnuidh anns a’ ghleann,

Am bothan beag nan sgor,

Far an cluinnear boilich mheann.

Air leam fhéin gun cuala mi,

Fuar ghuth os mo cheann,

Ag innseadh dhomh ’bhi seòlta

Gun robh an tòir ’sa ghleann.

Dh’ éirich mi le buaireadh,

’Us thog mi suas mo cheann,

Gach paidreag ’bha mu ’n cuairt domh,

Chuir mi mu’m ghuaillnibh teann,

Bha ‘Nighean a Chornail’ shuas uam,

A choisinn buaidh ’s gach àm

‘Ghaoil’, thuirt I, ‘na biodh gruaim ort

Mas ruaig e na bi mall’.

Shiubhail mi gach aonach,

O Laoighe gu Carn a’ Mhàim,

Bheachdaich mi gach caochan,

Nach bitheadh daoine ann,

Ach mu ’n d’ éirich grian ’s na speuraibh,

’S mu ’ d’ fheuch I air aon bheann,

Ghrad dh’ aithnich mi ’san uair sin,

Gun robh ’m ‘Madadh Ruadh’, ’s a’ ghleann.

Labhair mi le céille,

’Us dh’ éisd mi ris gach allt,

Mar fhreagradh iad d’ a chéile,

’Us iad gu léir gun chainnt,

Labhair mi ri m’ Uachdaran,

’Thug uisg a’ cruas nam bean;

Le comhnadh ’n Fhir ’chaidh cheusadh,

Cha bhi mi féin a ’m fang.

AT THE BURN OF THE GREEN LOCHAN (THE STALKERS DREAM)

At the burn of Lochan Uaine

I sheltered once from harm;

Although the place was cauldrife

My shiel was wondrous warm;

Though down the mountain gorges

Came wind and drifting storm,

The burn of Lochan Uaine

To soothe me had a charm.

CHORUS-

My bonnie gold-curled maid! again

Be blithe, show no dismay,

For though I go beyond my ken

I’ll come again another day.

When antlered stags across the glen,

Are roaring for the fray,

I would not give thy kisses then

For the Indies far away.

In the glen one night abiding,

With bleating kids around,

In the rough-built little sheiling

Methought I heard a sound

That seemed to counsel caution

As it passed along the ground

And warning gave that searchers

My lone retreat had found.

Up rose I then bewildered,

My head remained not low,

And all my poor belongings

I bundled to go;

O’erhead the ‘Colonel’s daughter’ *

That vanquished every foe

Said, ‘Be not affrighted

In fleeting be not slow’.

I tramped by every streamlet

From Lui to Carn a’ Mhaim,

Well marking lest pursuers

Might at them bide their time.

The sun into the heavens

Had not begun to climb;

I was ware of ‘red dogs’ watching †

Ere it shone on peaks sublime.

I hearkened how, all speechless,

Burn unto burn replied,

And to the One who rules me

With fitting words I cried-

To Him that brought the waters

From the rocky mountain side;

And me, through Him that saved us,

No evil shall betide.

Translation by A. Gow, Edinburgh, in The Cairngorm Club Journal.

*His rifle, referred to as the ‘Colonel’s daughter’, as it was a present from the Laird of Rothiemurchus.

† ‘Red Dogs’= foresters.

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There was a great turnout at the exhibition and many people brought stones with great stories to tell to add to the cairn. (in exchange for a dram of course)

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I translated the poem ‘At the Green Lochan’ into an alphabet code that I had created using different coloured triangles. I translated both the gaelic and the Scottish versions of the poem to exemplify the growing distance between the languages; whilst simultaneously pulling them together through the medium of form and colour.

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Greed

Experimental photography

collaborations

face room

I’m about to embark on an adventure up to Ryvoan bothy in the Cairngorms with fellow artist Yvonne Billimore to do some project research for a collaborative exhibition, featuring ourselves and recent graduate/self acclaimed Serendiptologist, Eilidh McKay, later on this year.

RSA – NC experience

I have thoroughly enjoyed my experience exhibiting at the RSA New Contemporaries show. It gives me great satisfaction to have my work presented alongside such a wonderful and diverse selection of artists and architects. Receiving the Art Prize and the Mcleane and Watters Medal is overwhelming! Furthermore, I have been informed that I have sold 6 pieces to Walter Scott, the global investment management company, which is a huge delight! I am so lucky to have been given this opportunity to exhibit my work in such a prestigious location, I am incredibly honoured to have the support of such a big organisation. I look forward to the future!

Project High Atlas Mountains, Development

Acrylic on Mahogany board, 16 x 17 inches, December 2011

I spent 3 and a half weeks in Morocco during the Summer of 2010. The highlight of the trip was definitely hiking up the High Atlas Mountains and staying with a traditional Berber family who lived and worked upon the mountains. The Berber people are truly inspirational, hard working and welcoming. The scenery was astounding and the colours amazing. Triangles everywhere.

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