Width: 63cmHeight: 73cm
From the artist:
This stained glass panel tells the story of a much-loved childhood place that was blown up by an oil company in the 1970s. In the 1960s, we used to spend our summers in Portavadie, a remote idyll on the west coast of Scotland, where my grandfather had a little house with no electricity and running water. I remember those as the best days of my childhood. In the mid-1970s, the government sold the land to a company who wanted to build oil platforms. The company was heavily subsidised and Portavadie was destroyed - the shallow loch had explosives placed in it to deepen it, a large, concrete workers’ village was built, roads cut scars in the countryside and a barbed wire fence was erected all around my grandad’s cottage. No orders came and the company went bankrupt. Portavadie was left derelict, the workers’ village was looted and covered in graffiti and the ruin of my grandad’s house was eventually sold to a hotel company for development. In this image, I am dreaming of Portavadie, before and after the destruction, joined by my parents (pre-divorce) my brother and our cat Stovie. The work is made with handblown and salvaged glass which I have sandblasted, engraved, filed, painted and fired.