Bay at the Back of the Ocean 2

Here is my final print on Saunders Waterford paper (a lovely paper). Below is the poem it accompanies.

We left the trail somewhere

between the one-room school

and the drookit bay.

Tethered to the gales,

the gulls were puppets.

We trod shyly.

From the summit of the chiseled crags

we spied the shore,

drenched with seeking,

seeping loss.

Wind-shaped branches,

arms reaching.

The crested coast sliced

deep with sand and wind and silence.

Two street lamps light

this six-mile moorland.

Neither work today.

By Emma Bartholomew

Bay at the Back of the Ocean 1

I've finally had chance to re-expose my photec plate - the bulb on the exposure unit had blown causing havoc for printmakers favouring this process.

The first image is a rough, composing the original drawings to create series of fragments - hopefully to give the sense of atmospheric snapshots sketched on the memory. It illustrates a poem about a bay on the Isle of Iona, off the West Coast of Scotland.