Paths

After gaining my Diploma in Art & Design at Hornsey College of Art in 1967, I was at a loss to know what to do next. An opportunity suddenly arose to work at the Richard Demarco Gallery, Edinburgh. Just south of the city, in the Pentland Hills, Ian Hamilton Finlay had just started making his garden on the barren hillside boasting a single tree. He had dammed a stream to create the lochlin where he and his youngsters could row and sail their tiny boat. Years later, after the Siege of Little Sparta and all that had gone between, I returned to find that the garden had extended steadily over the moor in carefully planned compartments. The paths fascinated me: silence between the words…

On the path of language there are wild flowers: consonants and vowels. Ian Hamilton Finlay