

A Winter’s Tale
Inspired by words from the poem “Winter” by Philip Larkin
“That to the static
Gold winter sun throws back
Endless and cloudless pride”

Moonlit Walnut Tree
Watercolour and Ink
Lucy Barclay
£50.00
“A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches”
From a poem called “Winter Trees” by William Carlos Williams

A Winter’s Tale 1
Mixed Media: Acrylic and
encaustic paint, paper, glass/metal flecks
Sally Parker
£120.00

A Winter’s Tale 2
Mixed Media: Acrylic and
encaustic paint, paper, glass/metal flecks
Sally Parker
£120.00
Inspired by Freddie Mercury’s song ‘A Winter’s tale’ which features on the album ‘Made in Heaven’ (Queen). It was one of his last songs to be recorded before his death. Freddie composed the lyrics while he was staring out of the windows of the recording studio at Lake Geneva. The song has a psychedelic, dreamy feel, with aspirations to passing to a place which will fulfill one’s hopes and dreams. “There’s a kind of magic in the air….Like a landscape painting in the sky”…“And the dream of the child is the hope of the man.”
It's Winter-fall

Mid-Winter
lino cut
Jutta Manser
£60.00
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
Snow on snow
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

The Dog Walkers in
the Snow (After Bruegel)
Pastel on sandpaper
Ray Brotherton
£95.00
Home is the sailor, home from sea:
Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.
Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.
'Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.
A.E. Housman
A Winter Walk in the Park
Watercolour
Sarah Orchard
£95.00
The poignant words from the film 'An Affair to Remember” played in 'Sleepless in Seattle' ring true to life..!
'Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories...'

Play time
Watercolour
Sarah Orchard
£95.00

Winter's Tale
Pastel on paper
Phillip Hutchings
£225.00
This picture has been inspired by a song written by the late Freddie Mercury the lead singer of the Queen. The lyrics appear to be a sincere escape from his busy pop music world and the song entitled Winter's Tale expresses a dream of wishing to be in a different world. For a talented musician and song writer who was born in Zanzibar his choice of that other place was unexpectedly a description of a tranquil English country landscape. The words of the first verse of that song are:
It's Winter-fall
Red skies are gleaming' oh
Sea-gulls are flyin' over
Swans are floating by
Smoking chimney- tops
Am I dreaming
Am I dreaming
My picture has been based around those dreams

I saw three ships
Maltese Limestone and Paper
Moira Ross
£85.00
(excl case)
I saw three ships (anonymous)
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day;
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas Day in the morning.

I saw three ships
Mixed media
Moira Ross
£70.00

7 Swans
Mixed media
(Cotton, Calico, stitch, clay)
Becca Allen
£70.00
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a -swimming.

12 Days of Christmas
(Fragment)
Gouache
Kate Skillings
£75.00
9 Ladies Dancing,
8 Maids a-milking,
7 Swans a-swimming,
6 Geese a-laying,
5 Gold Rings,
4 Calling Birds,
3 French Hens,
2 Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree
After Lunch
Acrylic

In the bleak midwinter
Mixed Media on Canvas
Nikki Sheppard
£95.00
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
The Darkling Thrush
Acrylic and Tissue
Jane Shepherd
£95.00
The Darkling Thrush
by Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.
This poem conjures up those winter evenings when frost has rimed every twig with fringes of ice and the light is fading to violet tinged gloom. In the poem the song of the thrush symbolizes hope.