“Your father says it’s Gaelic and pronounced Camasunart,” said Mother, “and it’s at the back of beyond, so there you go darling, and have a lovely time for the birds and the – the water, or whatever you said you wanted.”
I sat clutching the receiver, perched there above the roar of Regent Street. Before my mind’s eye rose, cool and remote, a vision of rain-washed mountains.
”D’you know,” I said slowly, “I think I will.”
Gianetta Fox sets off for Scotland in Mary Stewart’s “Wildfire at Midnight”
A new-to-me talent, Oates was a British flower painter born in 1928 but painting in a style popular in both the 17th and mid-19th centuries.
Images from Lyon and Turnbull.
I last visited the garden museum with @saintofsoho just before it closed for a two year renovation, and hadn’t been back since, despite its mention in one of my favourite books.
However, the Cedric Morris exhibition did lure me there on a sunny weekend recently. As well as the permanent collection, excellent cafe and courtyard garden designed by Dan Pearson, I thoroughly enjoyed this show of 1930s-1950s art by painter and iris-breeder Cedric Morris. (By the way, didnyou know that the Norwegian painter Astrup was best known in his day as a rhubarb breeder? There must be some kind of natural link between the talents…)
There’s also a pair exhibitin at Philip Mould gallery until 22 July of Morris’ paintings of Portugal and Ireland that I’m keen to see and which is free.
Someone has put cries of birds on the air like jewels.
Remember seasons? Seem to recall those once were easier
Reasonably sequenced, regal of tempo and temper,
Reliable change flipped heads-over-tails each quarter
Recovering the hemisphere with four fine suits, knock-off designer.
Recently, someone shuffled, cut the deck into disorder:
Relapse, tic, hiccup, snap, weeks issued like hipster
Rediscoveries…join the club! No closer
Reading required to diagnose this crazy weather…
The start of Christopher Spaide’s “Recycler” and a kitchen sink drawing by Lucinda Rogers. I quite like non music things that reference music; here “troppo allegro” means too fast. I think the kitchen sink anchors it.
This kind of bright winter day gives hope that this might not be far away….
Posting for a bit of midwinter cheer.
I always like this kind of scene, there’s so much to look at. The man in the middle who’s taking a slide makes me laugh.
Adriaan van Ostade
Late 19th/early 20th century painter known as the painter of birds.
Feeling the need for some punchy colours (a bit like this) as we head into deep winter.
Barge on the Delaware River by Fern Isabel Coppedge.