March Begins…

 

I was just about to type how St. David’s Day had turned into a beautiful sunny early spring afternoon when within minutes the sky has darkened and the heavens opened. We were starting to get used to there being light still at the end of the working day; it is purest murk out on York Street at the moment.

In the gallery we have exhibitions of painting by Stewart Edmondson and Ceramics by Adam Buick ongoing. A big thank you to all those who came to the opening last Saturday evening, especially Adam and Stewart themselves, as it did involve epic amounts of driving.

Though the gallery is a beguiling sight lit up in the dark, I am sitting here praying the murk will clear..

‘Prayer” by Carol Ann Duffy

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child’s name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio’s prayer –
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

 

 

 

We will be taking a selection of Stewart Edmondson paintings with us to Battersea in the coming week, for the AAF24.  If you would like a complimentary ticket please let me know.  It takes place in Battersea Park, from Wednesday 6 Sunday 11 March. We will also have a number of new works by Nathan Ford:

 

 

 

‘The Dream Keeper’ by Langston Hughes

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

As well as Bobbie, Stewart and Nathan we willl have new work from Helen Simmonds, Jo Barrett, Akash Bhatt, Linda Felcey, Atsuko Fujii, Andrew Crocker, Comhghall Casey, Mark Johnson, Ruth Brownlee. Also Sculptures by Anna Gillespie, Nichola Theakston, Beth Carter, Nick Makcman, John Behan, Anthony Scott, John Behan and Patrick Haines.

 

 

And finally…..

There was no singing slope but ran
Down through its song to bogs of black
And walls were waterfalls. A man

Crawled on a landscape that spread
round Its fading distances and where
Rock masked with water was the ground

He crept into his dryness, deep
To his centre’s self. Eyebrows of banks
Were juts of eaves for huddling sheep

And gulls passed like ideas through
The thickened air. And he, the man,
Shrunk to his centre’s dryness, knew

Only direction, till he found
The door, the room, the fire; and then
He filled his limits all around

And saw that that dry centre all
The time was slopes and bogs of black,
And sheep, and wall being waterfall;

And, with them in his bones like laws
Of his own self, he watched them and
Knew then what his direction was.

‘Walking in a Rain Storm’ by Norman McCaig

Please click on the images above to view further work. If you would like a
complimentary ticket for the art fair please contact the gallery.

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We are open 10-5 Monday to Saturday. Join us tomorrow evening 6-8 p.m. to meet the artists.
Thank you for reading.

Aidan