Showing posts with label Iain Finlay Macleod. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iain Finlay Macleod. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Passing The Sutor




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
'Passing The Sutor', acrylic on card by James Newton Adams.
I come here every day I love it when my jumper matches the boat.
Today red. A little jackpot. I'll maybe see her, our dogs are quite friendly now and last time she laughed.
If only I would just say it.

'Passing The Sutor' by Iain Finlay Macleod.

Saturday, 18 February 2012

An Explanation

Hello everyone,

You might have noticed that, over the past few weeks, we have been blogging paintings by James Newton Adams, accompanied by poems written by Iain Finlay Mcleod.  I think it's time to explain.....

Writer, poet and award-winning film director Iain Finlay Mcleod spent time last summer as writer in residence for the Cromarty Arts Trust.  Whilst there, he produced a series of poems in his native Gaelic tongue, which artist James Newton Adams then used as the basis for a series of beautiful paintings.  Entitled 'The Cromarty Series', these works were then exhibited in Cromarty, and we are delighted to now have them at UG as part of our current exhibition, Poetic Licence.  The work is extremely effective, and the poems and paintings compliment each other superbly.  The Cromarty Arts Trust said: "We think the poems and images capture the essence of life in Cromarty in a beautiful way".  Praise indeed.

So, if you've been to Cromarty and want to be reminded of its charms, or if you've never been but would like to know more about it, UG is the place to be until 27 February.

Here's another one:













'Cul-de-sac', acrylic on card, by James Newton Adams.

Now I’m stuck.
They take parking
very seriously here.
I’ve messed up.
That man with the red car
he’s a liability
they’ll say.
Dawdling and revving
keeping everyone up
looking at the moon.
Cul-de-sac, by Iain Finlay Mcleod.

Speak soon.


Saturday, 11 February 2012

The Boat in the Window

The Boat in the Window

Well. This is lovely
being in the window.
I don’t have to worry
about back breaking storms
barnacles and sprung butts
or fishscales on my deck.
I’m done with blood.
I’ve a fine view.
People like to see me
on their way to the harbour.
It does sometimes though
make me a little sad
when she opens the window
and I smell the sea.
 
by Iain Finlay Mcleod














'The Boat in the Window', by James Newton Adams.

Thursday, 2 February 2012

Ahab


AHAB

He’s not looking my way.
I know why!
Look at this beauty
and his creels are empty
And the village is watching
I knew it, I said
I’ve hooked this monster before
But people never believe
a man with his feet on the ground
will amount to much.
Get the chips on, darling
I’m king of the world.




'Ahab' by Iain Finlay Macleod.

'Ahab', oil on canvas by James Newton Adams.

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Poetic Licence
















'Passing The Sutor', acrylic on card by James Newton Adams.

I come here every day I love it when my jumper matches the boat.
Today red. A little jackpot. I'll maybe see her, our dogs are quite friendly now and last time she laughed.
If only I would just say it.

'Passing The Sutor' by Iain Finlay Macleod.