In an attempt to create a visualisation of Scottish mythology and folklore I worked to create a collection of pieces called The Archive. Within The Archive there is an array of works across multiple mediums to create a post-humous look at what could have been had Scottish mythology been allowed to thrive across the years. To begin to scratch the surface of what could have existed had we continued to create effigies and representations of Scotland’s ancestral deities and if local belief had remained a respected facet of reality.
‘FOLKLORE: a supernatural glow that diminishes from generation to generation.’ – Alec Finlay
The Cailleach Uncovered
They buried me and sent me home,
a pyre above my grave,
to the land of dirt and grit –
nothing left to mark my name.
They blamed me for their sins and fears and
condemned me to the dark,
blocked off our hallowed fertile grounds and
swore us to their lord.
They forged new stories, and
erased my reign of how I
let loose a thousand lochs,
left me clinging to the cliffs and crags –
told nothing of my fraught.
I had been buried once before,
a blessing for the dead,
I escorted them to their graves.
Then they laid me bare upon the alter,
a glass cloud to encase my head,
they dusted off the dirt and clay and
dragged me from my bed.
They mused of where I came from –
this stranger beneath their turf,
why a balm of meadowsweet caressed
my once full lips, and surrounded me with love.
I had thought I was safe for forever more
beneath my piles of muck,
aside my fellow dwellers of whom
I was sworn to protect.
Yet there they are and here I am.
Our eternity, it would seem,