A beautiful day after another wet week while Bath basks in all the sports-based excitement- yes, in case you missed it, Bath Cricket Club have made it through to the Quarter finals of the ECB National Club Cup after an away win against Penzance.
The last few days the weather is, well.....just not cricket at all. Blustery, damp, and extremely unjulyish altogether. Things can only get better.
Tricia Thom has very kindly sent us some ceramic reinforcements.......
Tricia Thom Small Moon Jar, Moss Glaze Porcelain 15 x 14cm. £170
Tricia Thom 35. Oblong vessel splash Porcelain 24 x 12 cm. £175
Tricia Thom 47. Mini Moon Jar Porcelain 13 x 12 cm. £130
'I know I am but Summer to Your Heart (Sonnet XXVII)' by Edna St. Vincent Millay
'I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.'
And talking about another clime, I believe the sun shines occasionally in southern Spain (though not much cricket is played there). I love how the artist makes so much of such a quiet scene of furniture legs, shadows and shapes and shades of Reddish brown and white...
Mark Entwisle Wooden Chair, Andalucia Oil on Board 42 x 60 cm. £3,500
And again with the ochres and whites from within a shaded room... 
Lotta Teale Beit Hagat Oil on Canvas 40 x 50 cm. £1,200
It's not all sun and shade in the summer show, there are flowers for flowers' sake.
Linda Felcey One Special Flower, Oil on Linen on Board 20 x 22 cm. £900
'Remembering Summer' by W S Merwin
'Being too warm the old lady said to me
is better than being too cold I think now
in between is the best because you never
give it a thought but it goes by too fast
I remember the winter how cold it got
I could never get warm wherever I was
but I don't remember the summer heat like that
only the long days the breathing of the trees
the evenings with the hens still talking in the lane
and the light getting longer in the valley
the sound of a ball from down there somewhere
I can sit here now still listening to it.'
We still have on display for a little longer, thanks to the generosity of a certain someone across the pond (merci beaucoups MJ), this spectacular Anna Gillespie sculpture.
Anna Gillespie Among the Trees Bronze, Ed. 9 115 x 63 x 30 cm. POA
'The Endlessness' by Ada limon
At first I was lonely, but then I was
curious. The original fault was that I could
not see the lines of things. My mother could.
She could see shapes and lines and shadows,
but all I could see was memory, what had been
done to the object before it was placed on
the coffee table or the nightstand. I could sense
that it had a life underneath it. Because
of this, I thought I was perhaps bad at seeing. Even
color was not color, but a mood. The lamp was
sullen, a candlestick brooding and rude with its old
wax crumbling at its edges, not flame, not a promise
of flame. How was I supposed to feel then? About
moving in the world? How could I touch anything
or anyone without the weight of all of time shifting
through us? I was not, or I did not think I was, making
up stories; it was how the world was, or rather it is how
the world is. I’ve only now become better at pretending
that there are edges, boundaries, that if I touch
something it cannot always touch me back.
Atsuko Fujii Lit the Night Egg Tempera on Board 16 x 20 £750
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Aidan