Drowned, Drained, Swamped & Bogged Down:
Initiating A Creative Exploration Of Mythterious Scottish Marshes & Wetlands
CREATIVE: FORVIE SANDS
Something about the silence and greyness made me want to cry out into the salt wind.
I wanted to scream like the seabirds and, like them, glide over the waves pounding relentlessly against the rocks.
Was I was perched on a ledge?
Was this the anger of the three daughters, unfairly sent to their death?
They rose and washed it all away. Could I?
A new beauty took hold in the dunes
While lives rolled away in the waves.
Sadness at the end of this project. But the start of something.
The fragility of something new. Connecting back to a thing so deeply old and important.
Would I be buried?
