Sometimes an image does not serve the purpose of expression well enough and words will do better. Sometimes words cannot convey the whole story and an image is required. Oft times both are employed to fulfill the intention.
Is a collection of words and drawings describing true life events and places during my time on the Isle of Colonsay.
Is a collection of words and images from the slate island I lived on periodically. I worked in the folk museum which revealed the story of Mary Black whose grave I found and whose brief life became a temporary obsession. The antics of my scruffy sighthound and the deep contradictions of life as a human being.
Contains poems from dreams, notions of love and loss and leaving and the Ghost Dogs of Kerrera who snigger throughout.