CHRISTOPHER MARVELL
New Sculptures

HELEN SIMMONDS
New Paintings

JAMES HAKE
New Ceramics

 

10 October to 5 November
You are cordially invited to the Private View on Saturday 8 October, 6-8 p.m.

 

Many thanks to everyone who came to visit our stand at the British Art Fair last week. We hope to see you again on Saturday evening!

 

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

 –  Fall, Leaves, Fall  by  Emily Brontë

 

Think in ways you’ve never thought before.
If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message
Larger than anything you’ve ever heard,
Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats.

Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,
Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose
Has risen out of the lake, and he’s carrying on his antlers
A child of your own whom you’ve never seen.

When someone knocks on the door, think that he’s about
To give you something large: tell you you’re forgiven,
Or that it’s not necessary to work all the time, or that it’s
Been decided that if you lie down no one will die.

– Things to Think by  Robert Bly

 

 

Happy National Poetry Day, to all who celebrate!

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

– When You Are Old   W B Yeats

Regards,
Aidan Quinn.