Anthologia X | Bella Easton
Extract from ‘Little Gidding’ from Four Quartets
By TS Eliot
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children by the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always –
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything).
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
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Bella Easton’s practice resonates with the meditative poetics of T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets, particularly the image (from the poem ‘Burnt Norton’ of the “still point of the turning world.” Her hybrid printmaking process—combining the fixed language of woodcut with the fluidity of hand-colouring—creates works that feel both anchored and in motion, holding moments in a delicate state of suspension.
Across her prints, portals and shifting spatial fields open onto layered temporalities, recalling the quiet transformations of Little Gidding, where past and present are not sequential but simultaneous. These threshold spaces invite a slower kind of looking, in which memory, perception, and place begin to overlap and unfold.
Like Eliot’s vision of time as cyclical and recursive, Easton’s work moves through processes of change, renewal, and return. Each image becomes a site of convergence—a still point—where repetition and variation generate growth, and where the act of making mirrors the subtle, continuous turning of the world.
