ART MAY BE RED BUT DOES IT FLY

SAINTS with LIONS

WHITE NEW MOON

The sharp curve of the white new moon in the sky: she in white in true frost, and yellow a little if it is devising change. The shepherd is the symbolic man of the hardest winter time. His work is never more important than then…the lamb was born in the adversity of snow. Richard Jefferies The overnight temperatures for most of January hovered between two degrees and five or six degrees. Hard frosts with sub-zero temperatures dominated the middle of the month and with the daytime thermometer barely moving above freezing the bitter spell brought a dusting of snow on the 20th. When mild wet weather duly arrived from the south during the last week, torrential rain fell the night of the 26th. For the last three days, however, the temperature fell to minus two degrees on successive mornings.

BLUE RIVER CHIMES

Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over the sky TENNYSON 1830

L I F E

Show me again the hour When by pinnacled tower We eyed each other and feared futurity Yea, to such bodings, broodings, beatings, blanchings, blessings, Love lures life on Show me again just this: The moment of that kiss Away from the prancing folk, by the strawberry tree Yea, to such rashness, ratheness, rareness, ripeness, richness, Love lures life on THOMAS HARDY 1898

TISSUES

Craft guilds and associations for industry, of hand or of head, are the fleshly clothes, the muscular and osseous tissues whereby society stands and works THOMAS CARLYLE 1834

SPIRIT OF ART

It is suggested by feeling, not by laborious microscopic inspection: in seeking for it without, we lose the harmonious clue to it within: and in aiming to grasp the substance, we let the very spirit of art evaporate WILLIAM HAZLITT 1821

C O D A

True power is to be got by Arts and Industry. If this part of our trade were well cultivated, we should gain from one nation: and if another, from another. Diligence makes more lasting acquisitions than valour, and that sloth has ruined more nations than the sword. RICHARD STEELE 1711

T W i X T

It is an isle ‘twixt Heaven, Air, Earth and Sea, Cradled, and hung in clear tranquility SHELLEY 1821

I D O L S

The moon of wasting science wanes away Among her stars, and in that darkness vast The sons of earth to their foul idols pray SHELLEY 1817

ECHOES

Remaining betwixt dark and bright Lull’d echoes of laborious day Come to you, gleams of mellow light Float by you on the verge of night TENNYSON 1832

SILVER SPIKES

The fat earth feed thy branchy root That under deeply strikes The northern morning o’er thee shoot High up, in silver spikes TENNYSON 1842