Today is the first day of my week long residency in Outlandia, an off-grid tree house nestled in the trees of Glen Nevis. I've been excited for this project for months and now after collecting the large key I begin the journey to Outlandia.
Once parking in the car park its a 40 minute walk through the forest to find the treehouse, I've been offered help to drive closer to the treehouse using forestry tracks but I'm inspired by the romantic notion of art-survivalism: I can only use what I can take in my back pack. So with pencils, paper, glue, cutting board, a thermos of hot tea and my wooly hat I begin the ascent up the twisting peak track.
The 'Peat track' seems to get steeper every minute until, atlast, I see to my left the boardwalk, a sign I am nearly there. The first step is carved with Outlandia's name and yellow leaves are scattered across its surface. It feels like a step into a something quite special. I walk along the boardwalk into the forest and spy Outlandia between the trees, it looks almost like its floating. Unlocking the door and opening the windows to see the view secures the feeling, this is something special!
Art survivalism isn't succesful first time round, having forgotten materials I begin my ascent for the second time. The path is covered in larch needles and the trees seem to become more autumn coloured by the minute. Looking up I am confounded by an oak tree seemingly sprouting larch cones, like some evolutionary or cross fertilised leap, later I confound a large brownish- grey bird- a startled owl in day time? Determined to find out if it is an owl I have awoken, a chase ensues but the bird flies off, leaving me in a leaf strewn circle of dappled light. I think I'm going to enjoy it here.
A helpful frenchman
An inquisitive dog and its owner.