Title: Corrour Station
Size: 150cm x 150cm
Medium: Acrylic on Canvas

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Corrour, Rannoch  -  November 2022

"The two-carriage train starts its long climb. A horseshoe bend, over viaduct, up and up, over Rannoch Moor, over lochan and bog, lochan and bog, lochan and bog. The conductor tidies the reservation tickets on the backs of the seats, aligning, squaring, till all is ship shape or train shape. He says the rain has been indescribable these past few weeks…… “I would say have a good day…..”. we quietly slow and draw to a gentle stop at our destination – Corrour Station – the highest in the UK. No roads for many miles, the middle of nowhere. Clouds shudder, sharp gusty winds yelp across the heather, moss, lichen and bilberry – tea-stained russet, topaz, and garnet as far as the eye can see. And water. It pools, trickles, settles and sinks this place. The sky empties yet more sobbing rain to replenish the great rivers. Here is the centre of it all, the highest. Things can only get wetter, and they do, yet for the briefest of moments a candle flicker of sun lights the top of the snow-covered mountains to the north. In the signal box, our sitting room for our stay, watching the light fade from the day, the final train pulls in, but no one gets off. The glow of the platform lights streaks rain like a scene from a scratchy black and white noir film set to a score of a rising, roaring wind. Beyond the platform the world has receded to my own reflection in the signal box window, the moor has simply disappeared. It is an act of faith to think it will return. Perhaps it will come with the Sleeper from London. Nothing to do but wait. It is wild out there." Dominique Cameron

Price: £3000

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About the Artist

Dominique Cameron RSW - Artist's Statement

As an artist my practice is rooted in landscape. I walk, draw, paint, write and film my encounters through the urban environment and the rural.

I grew up in the West country, a place of beauty, boredom and economic division. The most exciting thing for us as teenagers was the local disco on a Friday night and waiting for the Top 40 on a Sunday tea-time, trying to tape it on our mono tape recorders. This lack of adventure led to walking, away from home. There were particular routes I would take often, places I got to know in detail. It was a kind of ‘mapping’, charting the unknown parts of my surrounding landscape. To this day it is something I do on arrival in a new place, except now I make things that articulate what I find as artefact, as document as re-imagined memory of place. The teenage girl is still there, I can’t quite seem to shake her off, but its comforting to know I am still as curious and awkward and persistent.


1989-92 – Napier University, Edinburgh – B.A. Photography (Distinction).

2013-14 – Duncan of Jordanstone College of Art and Design, Dundee – MFA Art, Society and Publics.