"Drawing is not what one sees, but what one can make others see." ~ Degas
Reflecting on Anais Ninn's brief for the bar on the eve of our writers week
It's an Art hotel. But is it an Art bar ? The thoughts of Anais Ninn the famous mid 19th century writer and author of an outrageously erotic personal diary that shocked society gave us some direction.
I saw a beautiful quote about writing attributed to Anais Ninn emblazoned across a 2nd hand coffee cup in a Kalk Bay bric a brac shop; "I write so that I might have a place to live". It was actually a misquote but for me it sums the attraction of writing up perfectly. Then more recently I came across another quote - this one specific to place;
“I need a place where I can shout and weep, I have to be a Spanish savage at some time of the day. I record here the hysteria life causes in me. The overflow of an undisciplined extravagance. To hell with taste and art, with all contradictions and polishings. Here I shout, I dance, I weep, I gnash my teeth, I go mad – all by myself, in bad English, in chaos. It’ll keep me sane for the world and for art”.
Anais Ninn. Incest: From “A journal of love”. 27 October1933.
"To hell with taste and art".
Further Reading
It's a perfect Sunday thing to do. Take a Sunday lunch cruise through to Barrydale in blossom and catch up with a legendary blues-rock guitarist.
After a long wait we finally get to host Tim Plewman in the Belanti. He'll be performing his new show, Epilogue co written with John Smeddle. A piece of work that reviewers have described as 'sweaving an often hilarious web, intertwined with life, death and everything in between'.
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