Iain’s drawings are as beautiful as the boats they become, a joy to own and study in their own right; detailed and arced as the fine bones in a bird’s wing.

I think Iain works from what Jung describes it as Archetypal Memory, where form springs from the subconscious memory of the ancient, first boat builders, where form truly followed function, honed by the truth of the sea. Such shapes touch that memory in all of us, and Iain’s wee ships touch everyone. No computers here, just the unseen guide, the pen and the moving hand.

Late at night, out in the workshop, builders of Iain’s boats have often admitted to feelings of invisible company, of being part of something much bigger; a strong sense that in the act of working with such beauty they too have become part of that great pantheon of boat builders.

Inspired, and with invisible friends for company.