Alexander McCall Smith sent me some of his poems earlier this year and this was how the envelope was addressed:
Alexander McCall Smith is aware of my fascination with Walter Scott’s “The Antiquary”, such that I even call my study the “Sanctum sanctorum”:
On Sunday we visited Arbroath which was once the “Antiquary’s Garden”:
Hospitalfield House was open as part of Doors Open Day.
Hospitalfield was the home of the artist Patrick Allan Fraser and his wife Elizabeth:
Hospitalfield House is a time capsule of the artisan Victorian and most wonderfully also of today: Patrick Allan Fraser and his wife had no children and they bequeathed Hospitalfield to be a centre for training in the Arts. It is lovely to consider that Hospitalfield has been home to new and emerging art for over a century:
In what follows I intend to intersperse images that I took at Hospitalfield with words that I collect/borrow/steal from those that I read. The quotes offer considerations on what art may “be”. In Waiting for the Last Bus, Richard Holloway remarked:
“The mind is its own place and does its own thing. In our time, it is being investigated by psychologists and neuroscientists, but artists have always been its best explorers”