Seasons Greetings
We have had a lot of rain in the last 24 hours, so it is a wet and dark walk-up to the winter solstice and to Christmas here in York street. But there is beauty in the marginal light as the planet tilts again towards the sun. Downhill from here, and lighter days all the way.
When it comes to poetry from the sodden North, of soft days and spagnum moss, no better man…
Anahorish by Seamus Heaney ‘My ‘place of clear water,’ the first hill in the world where springs washed into the shiny grass and darkened cobbles in the bed of the lane. Anahorish, soft gradient of consonant, vowel-meadow, after-image of lamps swung through the yards on winter evenings. With pails and barrows those mound-dwellers go waist-deep in mist to break the light ice at wells and dunghills.’ Soon there will be flowers…
And until then I will bear this in mind as I walk home tonight through the woods, sans umbrella, sans torch…
To Go in the Dark by Wendell Berry ‘To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.’
We will be making our way to the London Art Fair in January. The fair takes place from 16- 21 January. If you would like a ticket please let me know – we have a limited number of day tickets available. Below – a couple of tasters for the fair.
Bobbie Russon <as yet untitled> Oil on Canvas 70 x 60 cm. POA
From ‘A Dream of Solstice’ by Seamus Heaney
‘Like somebody who sees things when he’s dreaming And after the dream lives with the aftermath Of what he felt, no other trace remaining, So I live now’, for what I saw departs And is almost lost, although a distilled sweetness Still drops from it into my inner heart. It is the same with snow the sun releases, The same as when in wind, the hurried leaves Swirl round your ankles and the shaking hedges That had flopped their catkin cuff-lace and green sleeves Are sleet-whipped bare. Dawn light began stealing Through the cold universe to County Meath, Over weirs where the Boyne water, fulgent, darkling, Turns its thick axle, over rick-sized stones Millennia deep in their own unmoving And unmoved alignment. And now the planet turns Earth brow and templed earth, the crowd grows still In the wired-off precinct of the burial mounds, Flight 104 from New York audible As it descends on schedule into Dublin, Boyne Valley Centre Car Park already full, Waiting for seedling light on roof and windscreen. And as in illo tempore people marked The king’s gold dagger when it plunged it in To the hilt in unsown ground, to start the work Of the world again, to speed the plough And plant the riddled grain, we watch through murk And overboiling cloud for the milted glow Of sunrise, for an eastern dazzle To send first light like share-shine in a furrow Steadily deeper, farther available, Creeping along the floor of the passage grave To backstone and capstone, holding its candle Under the rock-piled roof and the loam above
Nathan Ford Reuben 12.23 Oil on Canvas 40 x 28 cm. £2,750
A big thank you to everyone who has visited the gallery in the last twelve months, to emailers and gmailers, yahoos, Instagrammers and twitterers (twits? X-ers?). For messaging about work, about poetry, for ‘just looking’, for coming in to see where the Roman Baths were (round the corner). I am sincerely grateful to everyone who has supported us and the many talented artists we are privileged enough to be exhibiting.
There has been loss this year- of artists, friends, colleagues, precious people who have walked these rooms many times, not to be forgotten.
Galway Kinnell ‘The Vow’
‘When the lover goes, the vow though broken remains, that trace of eternity love brings down among us stays, to give dignity to the suffering and to intensify it.’ Please click on images to go to individual artists’ web pages. Any questions, queries, or for further information please phone or email. We can take payment by phone and we ship worldwide.Thank you for reading, and a happy and peaceful Christmas to one and all.
Aidan.