Alexander Averin

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Sunday Morning


To paint is to honour who I am, one brush stroke at a time.
 Johanna Harmon

Before I start I have discovered a wonderful American artist called Johanna Harmon, I expect she is well known but I am ashamed to say I have never seen her pictures before.  I was surfing around looking for a piece of art that would fit the theme of ‘Sunday morning’ and found the above picture on someone’s site. I shall post more of her pics later in the week. Her words are fine too.

Talking of words...

I have a ‘new’ book, bought on Amazon second hand which travelled to me all the way from America. It is called A Writer’s Book of Days by Judy Reeves and was published way back in 1999. I think I was’ led’ to it online but can’t remember how; it was probably through a fellow blogger.  It’s a great book and reminds me of Julia Cameron’s inspiring books (The Artist’s Way etc).

The best thing is the teeny writing ‘task’ set for every day of the year with diverse subjects. Today is

Write your morning.... 

so that was the first thing I started to do while still in bed this morning. Sunday just happens to be my favourite day of the week and its mornings are usually lazy, enjoyable but usually rather samey.

All is very still and quiet today, hardly a car has passed on the road, it is very peaceful. It is slightly milder too as for the first times in ages, we actually wake to a frost-free day. Today I enjoy a big mug of honeyed tea as usual, brought to me in bed of course. A taste of Radio 4 but not too much. A little reading and writing. Porridge for breakfast

So what do Sunday and its mornings usually include for me?

The Archers Omnibus

Bacon and egg for breakfast (not at the moment though).

Desert Island Discs

Some time outside; gardening in summer or trips out..... with my camera. Seeing family sometimes. In spring and summer I often spend all day in the garden.

Reading the paper.

As few indoor chores as possible.

Later in the day?

Reading, blogging etc.

A roast dinner sometimes (not at the moment though, more is the pity).

Television in the evening, there is usually something good on. Antiques Roadshow to start, then Countryfile. Ask The Midwife..........

Really dull isn’t it? I think I need to get out more.

Today from 2.30 pm I will be glued to the Six Nations Rugby as Wales are playing Scotland. Last night my beloved Ireland’s match against France was cancelled in Paris because of an icy pitch, that was a big disappointment. I cheered myself up though and watched a DVD instead - 84 Charing Cross Road (a wonderful film and almost as good as the book).

Well I must get on ,I need to cook a quick and suitably fat-free lunch so I can sit down and watch the match.

Come on Wales,
Just before I go.....

I started with some fine words by an artist and shall finish with more of the same.

Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, 'What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.' Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope. 

Vincent Van Gogh

Bye for now.....
Go mbeannai Dia duit, especially on a Sunday.


Mac n' Janet said...

Cait, that is the most beautiful painting!!! I've never heard of the artist either. I showed it to my husband, and said please, please, please. He doesn't like to do copies any more, but said he'd think about it.

ds said...

I hadn't heard of Johanna Harmon, either. Thank you so much for sharing her--and your Sunday morning routine, which sounds lovely.

Mark said...

I did not know of Harmon - the picture reminds me of a pre-raphaelite image

Chris Stovell said...

I enjoyed your post very much and thought your Sunday sounded fine! And wasn't the rugby good?!

Fire Byrd said...

Apart from the rugby our Sundays sound very similiar. It's taken me many years to appreciate the rythmn of Sunday, it used to be something I hated.So now it's just Saturday afternoons I loathe instead!
Love the words at the bottom of this post.They are such a timely reminder when the world feels stuck.

Cait O'Connor said...

FIRE BYRD I forgot to say the last quote was by Van Gogh - I have edited it now.

CHRIS The rugby was great!

Teresa Evangeline said...

Cait! I'm so glad I stopped by here today. I had recently been thinking of Johanna's art. Isn't she wonderful? I worked at an art gallery in Santa Fe NM for many years and she was one of the artists we represented. I was blessed with being around her art every day I was at work and sold several of her paintings. I always felt so good about finding new homes for them as I knew the client had bought something important and valuable in the world of art, plus they were smitten by her beautiful images. They are stunning in person. Thank you so much for highlighting her work. She's a wonderful person and deserves more attention.

Teresa Evangeline said...

I should probably add: the gallery I worked at, Deloney Newkirk Fine Art, is no longer in existence, but changed hands and has a new name. Johanna moved to McLarry Fine Art, which is where she still is, I believe.