rachel kate macleod


Brought up on the Isle of Lewis in a religious setting, my roots are in the tradition of respecting and observing the Sabbath day and keeping it holy. Sunday was sacred, a day of rest. No homework, no cleaning; time off was encouraged. We’d attend church twice a day, followed by a roast dinner and a nap. Radio nan Gaidheal would play Psalms and a recording of a sermon, in Gaelic. I vividly remember the difference the day held, as playing with toys was also discouraged, visiting friends wasn’t permitted, the television was turned off unless it was Songs of Praise or the news. While times have changed now, many islanders in Lewis still recognise the significance of the Sabbath. Shops remain closed and the church community gathers for communal worship.

History hasn’t always been kind, with much of the emphasis being on the more bizarre elements of sabbatarianism such as swings being chained and locked up and neighbours being scolded for hanging their washing out. While these things are true, there is much more to this Presbyterian heritage than outsiders see. The project that I’m working on aims to provide a honest perspective of growing up in this environment, while also researching its history and speaking to those who have had similar upbringings.

For the last month I have been working on the WIP Show typeface and identity.