Marchmont House, Greenlaw, Berwickshire, September 21st 2019 “I’m not here to talk about Scottish sculpture,” Richard Demarco declared towards the end of a symposium designed to talk about exactly that, “because it doesn’t exist. I’m a European,” the now 89-year-old cultural whirlwind added as he beetled about the music room of Marchmont House, the eighteenth century country pile set in the heart of the Scottish Borders that hosted the event. It’s a house Demarco knows well from his time spent there in the company of musician, artist and former resident, Rory McEwan, whose work he showcased in several exhibitions at his Edinburgh gallery during the late 1960s and 1970s. The heartfelt address that followed was delivered by Demarco without recourse to any kind of slide-show presentation like most of the day’s other speakers. In essence, this gave him the air of a living sculpture in constant motion. Demarco wasn’t just asking for McEwan’s work to be shown at Marchmont Hous
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