Winds reach ripping speeds regularly in the winter on Uist. Odd things caught usually on fence wires are expressive, dancing or clinging on for dear life. They express the harshness of the environment. The light (evening or morning) often streaks across the islands like the wind picking out things that get in the way. This creates a sensational feeling of space. I have tried to harness this to create deep pictorial space as we look past the thrashing object which is ‘on the picture place’ i.e right in front of us. The picture was done at a time of traumatic life review for me and the tensions in the material express this.