Carl Larsson: Karin reading (from here - I have been an admirer of both Carl Larsson and Karin Larsson since my publishing days.)
I am steadily making my way through the reading pile. Yesterday I finished Hermione Lee's excellent literary biography of Penelope Fitzgerald, and at bedtime read the first story in the latter's collection of short stories : The Means of Escape. Bedtime reading will now be Ian McEwan's The Children Act.
This year the hibernation is not quite a total envelopment of books because both of the room exchange, and because I have a deadline for the finger-aching stitching of a seemingly endless piece of work. But I have now completed my current thinking about the extraordinary work of Anselm Kiefer, and put to one side all the memories of German novels, poetry, and tales which rose up in my mind to accompany the contemplation of his genius. The catalogue of the exhibition we saw is a meaty one, and I'm sure I shall be nibbling at it for years to come.
Before that I very much enjoyed reading the essays in the catalogue for the Fiber: Sculpture 1960 - the present. Would that I could have visited the exhibition itself in Boston Mass. I wrote a post in Ragged Cloth Café, and am pleased that I seem to have spurred interest in others to add to their bookshelves.
My daytime reading at present is a collection of writings by and about textile artists: Cultural Threads, Transnational Textiles Today edited by Jessica Hemmings. In a way this is to be an amuse bouche on the way to a good full course expected of the second volume of Christopher Simon Sykes' biography of David Hockney: A Pilgrim's Progress. That should see me well into January.