Cameron Scott

Stepping into Cameron’s studio, the center of mass of the room leaned towards his tools and easel, flushed against a singular source of natural light.

[Cameron’s close-distance glasses, nestled among his other tools.]

Chisels, knives, and gloves lined the windowsill. Organised in sets, but disorganised within sets - it was clear one tool was swapped for another, fast and frequently.

Cameron appreciates working with the soft light of day, as his works rightly deserve.

He selects a tool seemingly without thought - a reflection of experience - and the handle slides assuredly into his palm.

The purpose of this chisel strong in his mind, he pushes it against the wooden surface, carving within tight tolerances.

shavings glide off the block. and pelt the floor.

there is no other sound.

Science was far from my mind the afternoon I visited his studio. Commitments and worries too.

The small workroom represented his love for the cycle of artistic creation. The larger multi-storey house, his success.

Sharing stories of creative blocakge and frustration during his decade of corporate work, it soothed a part of me too.

And, as he explained his works, I was reminded again: to focus on the process, not the reception.