New Patricia Shone pieces…

With a mere seven days remaining to catch the wonderful ceramics of Patricia Shone and paintings by Nathan Ford, Bath is bathed in St. Patrick’s day sunlight. Rumours that Patricia Shone’s show is completely sold out have been exaggerated.  In fact we have received new pieces to give the last week of the show an extra boost.


S40. Forest Floor Flask, Wood-fired Dark Iron Clay 18 x 13 cm. sold


I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

W B Yeats  The Lake Isle of Inisfree

And far from an idyll in County Sligo is Nathan Ford’s coastal cityscape…


Coast Road II, Oil on Panel, 122 x 170 cm. £12,000


New arrivals into the gallery include this painting by Bobbie Russon, who will be showing with us in June…..


Small Black Rabbit, Oil on Panel, 10 x 10 cm. Sold


You know how, after it rains,
my father told me one August afternoon
when I struggled with something
hurtful my best friend had said,
how worms come out and
crawl all over the sidewalk
and it stays a big mess
a long time after it’s over
if you step on them?

Leave them alone,
he went on to say,
after clearing his throat,
and when the rain stops,
they crawl back into the ground.

Advice by Dan Gerber


Rehearsal, Oil on Canvas, 50 x 70 cm. £3,600


And for all of those who are prone to having BBC World Service on at night….

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.

Prayer, by Carol Ann Duffy

And finally, from the region covered by ‘Fair Isle’…


Boiling North Sea, Scatness, Mixed Media on Board 35 x 49 cm. £950


Thank you for reading