The Window by Archibald Hattemore, Image via Pinterest. It’s time for new beginnings.
Countess Eliso Dadiani by Savelij Abramovich Sorin, 1919. Melancholy, poised, neoclassical and enigmatic. Image from Pinterest.
Harvesting, Kirkcudbright by Edward Atkinson Hornel. Painted when he was only 21, the picture now hangs here.
I have seen the sun break through
to illuminate a small field
for a while, and gone on my way
and forgotten it. But that was the
pearl of great price, the one field that had
treasure in it. I realise now
that I must give all I have
to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after
an imagined path. It is the turning
aside like Moses to the miracle
of the lit bush, to a brightness,
that seemed as transitory as your youth
once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
A Bright Field, by R S Thomas. I won’t add too much about this beautiful poem, except how much I admire his use of enjambament. Each line’s sense and rhythm runs on naturally to the next, but if you took each line chopped on its own with the words, you would also find something beautiful and provoking. Thomas also achieves Wordsworth’s ideal of emotion recollected in tranquillity.
Berlin, August 2016
Another composer I’ve only started taking to recently – I don’t find him very interesting to play, but listening, either to The Carmelites or to a recent performance of the Stabat Mater at this year’s Proms, is a staggering experience.
Here is part of the Mass in G for a serene start to the day.
My favourite kind of morning feeling in Brynhild Parker’s Interior. Image via Twitter.
Cremona, May 2016.
A range that featured in one of my earliest posts, I like the simplicity of this small pouring bowl.
Image at suiteonestudio.com