Simon Bodmer-Turner’s alabaster white sculptures look like mammal bones brought in by the tide. I find them breathtaking. His collection of ceramic vases influenced by ancient ceremonial vessels and mid-century architecture and design are just as bold. The Bridge Handled vessel is inspired by Pre-Columbian and Etruscan water jugs. There’s something so tactile about his pieces. Please do touch the art.

“Autumn exists to remind us that things must end to begin again.” While I know this to be true, I wasn’t quite ready for the sight of crimson leaves on the pavement, or the absence of children’s voices in our home. I wasn’t quite ready for evening porch hour to turn into Netflix hour, or for my Chup socks and Birkenstocks to meet. I wasn’t quite ready for night to fall so early, and for our neighbours to retreat to their kitchens and dens before dark. I am never ready for the chill in the air, and more so than usual, my body is opposing it. I am not quite ready. But are we ever?

I love dahlias, but cut ones rarely last more than a few days. I’d sooner look at this painting of dahlias by Irish artist, Oisín Byrne. It’s thanks to his husband, Jasper Conran that I know of it. Conran posted it this morning on his Instagram feed, with a lovely ode to his late, great Dad, Terrence who passed this weekend. “Dahlia heaven. A treasure to last many lifetimes . Thank you so much @byrneoisin and to my Daddy for giving me a passion for dahlias.”

“My preference is always to work in silence,” says ceramic artist, Amy Dov. “I need to hear the sound of the wheel or the tone from the tool on the clay. Somehow I see better when it is quiet.” I love that last line. It’s so true. “Let us have the luxury of silence,” writes Jane Austen in Mansfield Park. Dov’s home studio looks like such a peaceful place, with all her warm, earthy wares scattered around it. These vases remind me of pomegranates, and these ones look like large pebbles that have washed up on a beach. Take a look at her beautiful wall hangings, also.

It was the cover of a Nancy Mitford book that led me to Lourdes Sanchez. I then discovered that a few years ago Penguin had published new editions of a series of Nancy Mitford books, all featuring the Cuban-born artist’s beautiful geometric patterns. Her watercolours are hard not to love. And it’s not just her bold use of colour that draws you in. There’s a looseness, and a surrendering to the medium’s natural urge to bleed and blend that I find an interesting contrast to the geometry of her patterns. Sanchez also created art for 250 limited edition copies of Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic. Each one was printed on satin and stamped with gold foil.

My son kept track of the days. He marked them off, one by one, on a paper calendar that he stuck to his bedroom wall with hockey tape. I remember him counting down the days to his April birthday. We watched Trolls World Tour that day and ate ice cream cake. And to the last day of school. What a surreal way to end the school year. And to the week we moved house. All the brown boxes, so much excitement, and so many tears. He had a Sharpie taped to the wall. And alongside the calendar were ticket stubs from a hockey game he went to see before sports got cancelled, as well as an old photograph of Jason and I, and our Schnauzer, Cecil. Antimo talks about Cecil all the time, even though there’s no way he could remember him. When we moved back to Robert Street, he stopped counting the days. He kept the calendar though, and still has it taped to the pin board above his new desk. “Best Year Ever,” is what he’s written across the top. It’s too soon to tell how the last six months will land with children. My hope is that ours don’t waste their time with the bad, and that they live with the good. I suppose that is what every parent hopes for.

Colleen Herman is inspired by some great female artists; Lee Krasner, Helen Frankenthaler, Perle Fine. I also see a fair amount of Cy Twombly in her colour rich, painterly stokes. These images, shot in her Tribeca studio, are wonderfully inspiring. I love all the gorgeous pops of colour against her crisp white walls. I read that she’ll listen to the same song again and again and then complete a canvas in a single track. “I listen to the same song over and over until it becomes a field of sound, an environment that shapes a mood.” Her paintings resonate with me, you may feel the same.

I came across the terrifically fun work of Aussie potter, Lucy Tolan today. Using both pinch and slab techniques, the artist turns lumps of clay into beautifully wonky vessels glazed in bold, primary hues. At first glance, her pieces look like papier-mâché, so textural are Tolan’s surfaces. Have a look at her work, I think you’ll really enjoy it.