A new website for Beaux Arts Bath. Proper heat. Graduating the school of Life

18 July 2024

Summer has been saving all its sun and is now letting us have it all in one go.  Today is glorious and the town is full of proud dapper parents and beaming begowned and graduating young people. Dad jokes are in the air and the graduates get younger and younger every year don't you know.

While Bath's many visitors are having their moment in the sun, we have been beavering away on our new website, so please have a look and let me know what you think.  We are still ironing out some glitches, but most items on the site can now be purchased on the site itself, as is the way with this here modern world of ours. 

Green tea is my favourite beverage and one couldn't be served organic sencha Japanese loose leaf out of a daintier teapot than this...

 

Tricia Thom 27.  Small Round Teapot, Red  Procelain  20 x 16 cm. £190

 

Tricia Thom  48. Small oval Jug (Splash)  Porcelain 17 x 18 cm.  £170

 

With graduation in mind.....
 

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII (All the world's a stage) by W Shakespeare
 

Jaques to Duke Senior
                   
                        ' All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.'

The beautiful day demands a re-upping of this beautiful painting, and a reminder that autumn round these parts isn't so bad.....         

 

Andrew Crocker  As My Heart Beats  Oil on Board  100 x 75 cm.  POA

 

Daniel Crawshaw  Tryfan  Oil on Canvas  150 x 200 cm.  £7,000  

 

'Up-Hill'  by Christina Rossetti
 
'Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
   Yes, to the very end.
Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
   From morn to night, my friend.
 
But is there for the night a resting-place?
   A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
   You cannot miss that inn.
 
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
   Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
   They will not keep you standing at that door.
 
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
   Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
   Yea, beds for all who come.'

And going a little further up beyond the foothills...
 
 
Jenny Pockley  Sunlit Ridge,  Oil on Linen 20 x 22 cm.  £9,000
 
And finally....

'The Sun' by Mary Oliver

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone–
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance–
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love–
do you think there is anywhere, in any
language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed–
or have you too
turned from this world–
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

by Mary Oliver

 

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Thank you very much for reading.

Aidan

August 2, 2024