THE Women Artists Association staged its annual show at the National Library in the city last week, and showcased a commendable gallery of art and craft, with a few high points in painting.

For this viewer, the piece de resistance was offered by artist Myrna Bernard with her Blue Note and Impression.
Blue Note features a saxophonist at work. He is almost completely enveloped in palm fronds, allowing the piece a sense of place; his instrument is a prominent, burnished diagonal that is an extension of the palms, as they all draw the viewer’s eye to the saxophone,  creating the impression that what comes out of the instrument is much more important than the instrumentalist.
One feels that the instrumentalist is playing the blues, considering the dominant tone of the piece, and perhaps this prompted Mrs Bernard to name her piece after the popular record company.
Then there is her Impression, a quartet of dancers fashioning a  startling frontal tableau, masked and frozen, as if awaiting some catastrophic  happening.
Last week’s showing was evidence of a reservoir of talent among our women artists, with a clutch of relative newcomers. But what of those who have established themselves over the years as being very good.
Where have they all gone.