In these crannies of the mountains, the mode of supplying elemental needs is still slow, laborious, personal… There is a deep pervasive satisfaction in these simple acts. Whether you give it conscious thought or not, you are touching life, and something within you knows it (p.82) Nan Shepherd, ‘The Living Mountain’ Inshriach Bothy The walk from the wood store to the axe’s haggar at the chopping block; the careful a
“Then the rain came down, and the broken stalks Were bent and tangled across the walks; And the leafless network of parasite bowers Massed into ruin; and all sweet flowers.” ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley. The Sensitive Plant (1820). Sunday It’s been raining for several days already, and the clouded sky has meant no power since we got here. We stalk the solar inverter – flipping it off for a while whenever the sky brightens
I was at Inshriach Bothy when October turned to November, just after the trees had turned to gold, yellow and copper, and as I was turning away from a Southern hemisphere spring towards a Northern hemisphere autumn. It was so still. So quiet. I’m used to the movement and stage whispers of the sea and didn’t quite know what to make of the quiet and the still. So for the first day or so I just stood inside it. I stood
Normally working independently, Scott Brotherton (Lives and works in London) & Ric Warren (lives and works in Glasgow) are both visual artists who predominately exhibit sculptural works and are influenced by the materials, forms and experiences of our urban surroundings, distilled through minimalist artistic sensibilities. Our collaborative residency at Inshraich Bothy (November 2015) focused on the production a
I came to the Bothy on a palanquin of Quorn, wine and Pepto-Bismol, and without a single retainer, to hunt. I had been told that there were many new species as yet unknown to science endemic in the Cairngorms; that they were invitingly slow, and easy for amateurs to track. I had come to pick off individuals for my collection, truss them for display, and to spirit them back down into England. My baggage train a
Lichen Arrow Rainbow River Wood Axe Green Blue Orange Yellow Crystal Moon Cloud Light Picture Fire Cauldron Sauna Water Dishes Matches Toilet Paper Pee Moss Trees Heather Witches Juniper berries Stars Mountains RAINBOW WALK We see the rainbow ahead, then in the landscape through striations and wondrous gradations. Green always the constant neutral tone. Soft green of moss, green
wild drive the snowiest of roads a9 dough turn, driving blizzard ying yang man drumochter pass / red wine glass mug of tea belly warmth and fire glow the dark of white white snow fast fire roaring, two bakery mixed breads bursting blooming, bakers heat / 60% wholewheat 20% rye flour 20% whitewheat 95% hydrated 2% salted 20% leavened / ply enamel corrugate wrought iron snow bread barley burner glasgow wa
November 2015 www.lisabeckers.nl / www.marloesmeijburg.com TIME EXPERIENCE No clock…no forced Greenwich Time…but inner time experience which gave me concentration, enthusiasm and lucidity. CHILDHOOD Exploring the land, playing with soil, plants and light. Freedom, no boundaries, no property. Spending time as a kid. PIGMENTS Seize colours fr
5 – 12 December 2015 the tale of the tree Thank you Bothy Project! Thanks especially to Rachel & Bobby and Nicole & Matt. Two filmmakers with no electricity going back to the roots of storytelling – what a wonderful & unforgettable time!
7 -14 March 2015 “Two Geese, Pervert” This week I slept with axes. Thought about asses. Fuelled the fire and buttered my bread. I’m probably a romantic because your foot and my calf feel like a Matisse.
Crisp frost adorns the crunching heather. Moonlight brightens, illuminating every patch of frozen ground, every bare branch. The night sky, above this small shelter, this haven of home, sheltering us from the brisk cold and wailing winds. A crackling hearth, the warmth of a wood-fuelled fire, simple comfort and protection from natural elements we are rarely so exposed to. The River Spey lies beneath us, its roaring c
14th – 21st March 2015 On Sat 14th of March it was a ridiculously sunny day. I was excited to start my residency at the bothy and get off grid. I arrived at Inshriach farm where I was warmly welcomed by Walter and some canine pals. I knew it was going to be a good week. Slowing down and following my own rhythm was my main intention for the week. I was looking forward to stripping back the layers of communicatio
January 17th- 24th 2015 I’ve come back to the world of the city. You see I spent a week in ‘Narnia’. I’ve even been reading about the adventures of the Moomins and channelling Tove Jansson! There were 2 days where I didn’t see or speak to any other human and the only time I used my voice was when I was joyfully singing along to the radio. I asked myself the day I came home and felt overw
TANITH MARRON Fine Artist WWW.TANITHMARRON.COM in November 2014 I undertook a residency at the Inshriach Bothy for one week. through mixed media drawing, photography and found object I used the time as a source of exploration into the subject of experiencing place. The work I produced forms a self contained project box, pictured on my website. Below is an excerpt of writing I produced whilst at the Both
Me and Polly the Collie spent a lovely week up at Inshriach from the 21st – 28th of February. Here are a series of Video Blogs I made every night to document the experience. Some images taken from my time at the bothy, starting with some sketchbook pages and then some photographs. I still have about 10 rolls of 35mm film I need to develop but I plan on turning those photos into a series of Zines.
the longest week let’s make plans to struggle for less work to really… be with the children look after them look at them listen to them write, read and talk together think about the way we use words with each other to feel bored to make and think about new work to film to record sounds to come up with a feasible plan to work less I often feel like I am unable to do any one aspect of my work really, real
Erlend Tait 31 Jan – 7 Feb 2015 I now realise my journey to the bothy was like my residency there. Travelling south through blizzards the A9 was completely obscured by snow. Travelling happily, blindly forward, unable to see where I was going, eager to reach unfamiliar territory. My aim was to get away from my normal working routine and surroundings. More specifically, I wanted to see how solitude and limited e
To escape… to escape the throbbing geometric city, to escape the patchwork of cultivated fields, to escape the shrunken islands of hemmed in woodland. Drive over the hills and far away to a northern place where the land’s ancient forest remains. Direct descendants of the first trees to arrive after miles thick glaciers gauged the earth goddess into her current form, forever changed from her forgott
breadatthebothy Sam Luntley and Anna Luntley En route to the Bothy at Inshriach Bobby Niven put a question to us – what is the secret of sourdough? Whether rhetorical, jovial, in-passing or a genuine enquiry, this simple asking became intrinsic to our week’s work and instigated an indulgent philosophical thinking during our stay. Sourdough bread is bread raised with wild yeast. This wild yeast is c
Self directed residency Inshraich Bothy 2014 I spent the much of the week in Inshraich constructing, erecting and recording Aeolian harps, designed to be easily carried and assembled on site. Aeolian harps are ancient Greek stringed instruments that are played by the natural force of air movement rather than being plucked by hand. The duration and dynamic of sound that the harp makes is determined by the direction an
Lorena VB Scott McClure | scottdgmcclure.co.uk I returned to the Inshriach Bothy after volunteering on the prefabrication and build of Pig Rock Bothy currently situated on the grounds of Modern Art One, Edinburgh, in July this year. Like my previous stay at Inshriach, it was an energising and valuable time in which to exercise and explore the good things in life; nature, food and drink, literature, the night s
Noun, German (f) 1. Woodland solitude (The feeling of being alone in the woods) Etymology: Wald – woods/forest + Einsamkeit – solitude/ lonesomeness (Wiktionary) Listening, looking, living, reading, writing and making as modes of conscious perception. The work and rhythm of daily life. The charged values of light, heat, water. Listening as a way of seeing. Listening as readiness. Stillness as invisibilit
On January 18th 2014 we (Ruby Pester, Nadia Rossi, Rachel Walker and Catherine Weir) strapped as many musical instruments, art materials and bottles of whisky to our persons as was humanly possible, left the bright lights of Glasgow (European City of Culture 1990) and headed off into the rural Highlands for our week long residency at Inshriach Bothy. The core objective of our residency was to tear ourselves away from
If I’m asked to describe the motivation behind my drawing and painting it usually involves the words “storytelling” and “narrative”. My work has become increasingly figurative and focused on a human element so the challenge for me in spending a week alone drawing and painting at the Inshriach Bothy was trying to find stories to tell with few or no people about. The l
We walked across the field and through the deep leaves down into the little churchyard. One grave is covered with a big metal cage, inside on the grave are nestled five rounded stones, they look tactile, inviting. The oldest grave in the cemetery. The stones hold a curse, move them and you will be hurt. Someone had their arm broken, someone else went missing, eventually the footmen of the estate threw the stones in t
Birch, birch; I never knew there were two of you. Until I found it wasn’t the trees I was peering through, seeing and not seeing in shutters of bark, but my own hands that hid the view. So I did things differently. I spent the short January days walking and making sound recordings – found sounds and my own chattering; dogs in the distance and birds. I listened back and typed up my notes at night (worth lugging the t
I arrived during a week of gales. The Cairngorms are windy at the best of times, yet I’m accustomed to being on the brittle granite plateau where the combination of altitude and the persistence of the wind creates a sub arctic landscape, a place where plants hug the land tightly. However because of the wind’s excessive force and unpredictable cloud level, the snow covered plateau became, in essence, out of bounds. I
“Is this an art form? or are you a technician” 100 plus logs chopped Full moon Valentines Day Fish on a Friday, it’s religious Bambi Burnt love letters Bourbon themed games Relaxation repetitive Chop, burn, eat Passes quickly yet slowly “Becoming acquainted and swallowing fears and settling down to life in the little cabin with its warm glow of woodst
B: Birthe Jorgensen and her collaborators M: Michael Barr, C: Conor Cooke and E: Emil Lillo Inshriach Bothy, 26 Oct – 2 Nov 2013 Here is a selection of photos, audio clips, words and notebook entries from our week of living and working off the grid at the edge of the Cairngorms. M: C: Dry sounds – sweeping and coughing E: B: M: C: E: sneeze B: M: C: gnik E: B: all of the voices – imagined and real M: C: E: kit
A new year’s start and I wake to snow, breath a cloud lingering with the steam from my coffee, the forest outside the window muted by white. I found this place on the nth page of a Google search, adrift in the heat of an Asian summer, 17 floors off the ground, humidity a second skin over everything. Wandering in countries of dust and noise and colour – painted with a different palette entirely R
I AM NOT A MYTH El Trauco is a creature that inhabits the woods and forests of Chiloe, a island in the South of Chile. Typical characteristics of this figure is small stature with stubbed feet. Usually his clothing is made up of sticks and stones found in the surrounding woods which he lives in. It is said that he has a power to attract any woman and often goes around the woods using his hatchet to chop trees
Alistair Grant | www.ahgrant.co.uk Explored, hiked, slid, jumped, tracked, got lost (a lot), climbed, inspected, sat, dwelled, observed, chopped, dragged, split, roasted, baked, read, jotted, drew, filmed, recorded. The primary purpose of the residency was to gather first hand research for a video game that I am co-developing, a wood cutting/chopping game. Whilst I stuck fairly rigidly to that goal I allowed myself
I spent my week at the bothy making sketchbook work, with lots of thinking time – things that I know are so important to my practice, but that can often get sidelined with the pressures of making finished work. It felt like a proper wee sanctuary, the silence and solitude giving space to think, bringing priorities into focus, clarifying ideas. I loved it.
Kari Stewart 9th – 22nd November 2013 www.karistewart.co.uk Bothy Log Day 1 – Saturday Arrived at Inshriach Bothy this afternoon. Spent the first hour marvelling at the incredible thoughtfulness and craftsmanship that has gone into its design. Have made myself at home as much as possible before the sun went down around 4.30pm. Day 2 – Sunday Went on a walk through the woods, photographing lichen
Sam Mould Inshriach Bothy The Bothy; a shelter from the weather, more substantial than my tent, less than a building; essentially a room in the outdoors. Nestled in a sparse hilltop wood, on a kink in the Spey, the Bothy rooted its simple nature into the core of my practice for a week. What can one learn from placing oneself in these circumstances? An innate need to listen to the slow rhythms of time here. To be in t
Ellis O’Connor Fine Artist www.cargocollective.com/ellisoconnor January 2014 Slowing down, ongoing thoughts and connecting with nature. My intentions for my Artist’s Residency for the week stay at the Bothy were to build up work that captures the feelings, essence and atmosphere of the place and of being isolated in the wild. Secondly an outlet for my work, to allow it to flourish in the right wild environment
Isla MacLeod www.islamacleod.wordpress.com Inshriach Bothy: 23.11.2013 – 7.12.2013 I stayed at the Inshriach Bothy for 2 weeks as part of the RSA Residencies for Scotland scheme. I wanted to use my time there to generate ideas for the second part of my residency at The Highland Print Studio in Inverness. I wasn’t sure what to expect from my bothy experience, and I definitely found parts of it more challe
Inshriach Bothy, 14th-21st December On the way back home, on the way to get the train, I went to the Alpine division of Waterstones in Aviemore and bought Nan Shepherd’s The Living Mountain. On the journey, through the feet of the loafy mountains, the Cairngorms, to Edinburgh I inadvertently made the film adaptation of the book. The ground was heavy with water and streams were wrenched out of the side of rock in thra
Notes from a Diary Inshriach Bothy October 2013 I have just come back from a weeklong residency at Inshriach Bothy in the Cairngorms National Park, Scotland. I was alone for a week, off grid, the longest time I’ve ever spent completely isolated. I had no plans for the week and no idea what to expect. I was both nervous and excited. The following pages are taken from a diary, which I kept for the week. Set up by the B
www.craigcoulthard.com www.thecurseandthecure.co.uk I went to the bothy to be isolated, to have space to think and prioritise things. These priorities were soon usurped by the immediate needs of staying at the bothy – principally wood and water. Both of these things are also principal elements of two of the ideas I worked on while at Inshriach. Firstly, we (me and Charlotte Hodges) made a short film based on th
Located within the Cairngorms National Park, Inshriach Bothy was designed by architect Iain MacLeod & artist Bobby Niven. The Bothy was built in 2012 with the support of the Royal Scottish Academy and Edinburgh Sculpture Workshop.