The Child of the Place
The Midden is weighed steady yet twists eccentrically; its every exhale confirms a steady goodness but on each breath inward eddies of extraordinary tumble tumultuously. Perhaps this tension stems from an unconventional parentage.
The Midden Studio is the joyful lovechild of a local vernacular building and a dour granite monolith neighbour.
The studio’s characteristics reflect both parents and neither, since it is wholly unique. From the start the Midden was ambivalent. From afar it appeared well in keeping with its mother and her family of local buildings: the eaves of its grandmother, the dimples of an uncle. However, on closer inspection those dimples tugged in a skin at once so dull and so iridescent, it could only have been inherited from its paternal rock; its skin patterning was an obvious atavism from a Neapolitan great-grandfather.
Happily both parents loved their strange child and it grew up clever and strong, if saturated with incongruences.
Its father and his granite family raised it according to the tenets of water. It learned to abide the beat of the burn and to relish the sting of the salty spray. The Midden Studio embraced the fine mists, the relentless drizzle and the driving tempests. It learned about its origins deep underground where its forebears were formed through near unbearable pressures and how it is always connected to the far and the wide and the lost.
Its mother always looked over it and through it, and spoke softly to the Midden Studio about the sun and moon. It learned to bring celestial light inside – something rocks rarely show proficiency in – and to learn by baring its mind to cold, kindly moonlight.
Its ambiguous upbringing means the Studio contains some of the spirit of farming pragmatics, Scottish Baronial flourish and inscrutable granite monoliths. Sometimes appearing unfriendly, once you have got past the harsh exterior the Studio is warm and welcoming, and at night while talking to its beloved whiskey coloured stream, everywhere around it is engulfed with its deep sonorous tones – made to sound all the more melodious by the lapping waves down at the shore.