Saturday, December 23, 2017

Hibernation reading begins

Edvard Munch: Christmas in the Brothel (image from here)
I have accumulated a small pile of books to read over this week or so - perhaps not so small when I look at the thickness of the books!  Today I embark on the first one - and I've decided on one which has been on my list for the longest: Six Facets of Light by Ann Wroe.  Bedtime reading is Italian Shoes by Henning Mankell.
The most wintery 'Christmassy' Christmases we spent were in New England in 1981 and 1982, and this illustration by Mary Azarian reminds me of my cosy reading those years.


  1. Hmm. Where in New England? I am from Maine.
    Sandy in Bracknell

    1. Sandy, we lived in Hollis, New Hampshire, near Nashua for two years. We visited Maine, but only a couple of times - a beautiful state.

  2. It’s may not surprise you - I might just investigate ‘Monochrome: Painting in Black and White’ - the catalogue of the exhibition at The National Gallery I presume?
    Enjoy your hibernation!

    1. Margaret, it is indeed the catalogue of that exhibition. I have been intrigued by the grisaille stage of painting ever since seeing James Tissot's grisaille copy of a painting by Ingres in the Nantes art museum some years ago - as well as being interested generally in b/w works. I am reading it as a stand alone book rather than as an accompaniment too seeing the show.

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