Words from the artist’s notebook, Parish records and headstones.
In memory of James McKeand (1926-2001)*
A casual visitor to this remote burial site on the Ross of Mull would likely guess that the headstones there represented the sum of the people who are interred in that place. Nothing could be more misleading. This site is 1,400 years old. Euan (‘Eon’), a nephew of St Columba from nearby Iona, established a church here.
The presence of granite headstones unwittingly detracts from the fact that, before the headstones were erected, thousands of people had been laid to rest here over the centuries. The majority of folk had no memorial. Ephemeral markers of wood have long since rotted, and stones as plot indicators have been moved over time.
Language is at the core of this place—the language of those burying their relatives and friends, some in terrible grief, others celebrating a life well lived. There is too the language of visitors reflecting on the people who came to rest here. It is this latter language I have imagined and lettered on pieces of paper and card. These words, like all memories, are subject to age, being obscured and forgotten, ‘hidden’ by moss and the lush green grass. This work is not in any sense a record of those who are buried there but rather a recognition of the human process, empathising with those whose lives are over.
The painting, a palimpsest, also stands as a point of reference to engage the imagination in a ‘search’ for unkept memories.
*James McKeand inspired and helped over the four years I worked on this piece, recounting stories about the place and characters of the area as well as by answering my questions about Kilvickeon. He died before the work was finished and has now been buried there.