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This was not supposed to happen. In fact you could say it adds insult to irony: that a man so steadfastly dedicated to an unfettered life in the wilds should, in death, end up hemmed in, and so very domesticated within this small Kikuyu shamba. Yet here it is, the mournful stone obelisk, marking the grave of Denys Finch Hatton, son and heir of the 13th Earl of Winchilsea, Great White Hunter, and lover of two women far more famous than he is: writer Karen Blixen (Out of Africa) and aviator and race horse trainer Beryl Markham (West with the Night).
Yet another woman, the one whose shamba this is, shows him a new kind of love, taking care of the garden around the obelisk. If you want to visit the place it is not easy to find – either her little smallholding on the Ngong Hills, or the grave within. When we visited years ago we found only a hand-painted signpost nailed to a tree. We parked in a paddock outside the farmhouse door and were charged a few shillings. We could have bought a soda too, if we’d wanted. We could not see the grave though, and soon found that it was deliberately hidden from view by an enclosure of old wooden doors. More irony here of course. More symbols of shut-in-ness.
Denys spent most of his life in Africa avoiding any kind of confinement – out in the Tsavo wilderness, running shooting safaris for the rich and aristocratic. His clients included the Prince of Wales (later Edward VIII) . In fact it was during the safaris for the Prince in 1928 and 1930 that Finch Hatton began…
via Caught inside a Kikuyu garden: a memorial to Karen Blixen’s lover, Denys Finch Hatton | Tish Farrell.
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Penn Station, Manhattan
Westminster Bridge, with the Lord Mayor’s Procession on the Thames, 1746
London: Westminster Abbey, with a Procession of Knights of the Bath, 1749
The Thames and the City, 1747
London: The Thames from Somerset House Terrace towards the City
See more Canaletto via History And Other Thoughts: London Town, By Canaletto.
Recently I read a review in the TLS of books on urban exploring, and I seem to keep coming across the idea that places which are decaying are significant and fascinating to us. I’ve also seen a lot of images on the web of deserted buildings which both preserve a moment in time and also represent the destruction of time – such as this deserted apartment. Sometimes a range of ideas come together and make us think about how they intersect, and this is what Tate Britain’s exhibition Ruin Lust does. Apparently the idea came from Rose Macaulay’s 1953 book The Pleasure of Ruins (sadly now out of print). The exhibition notes tell me that the term comes from the German ruinelust, and though the concept of a lust for ruins is appealing, encapsulating decay and destruction along with a somewhat seedy, voyeuristic interest, a recent discussion with curator…
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Sergei Pavlovich Diaghilev (1872-1929)
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Sergei Diaghilev was born on this day in 1872. The iconic Russian ballet impresario, dancer, choreographer, songwriter and critic, founded the incomparable Ballets Russes company. He was responsible for the ballet premieres of Stravinsky’s The Firebird, Petrouchka and Le sacre du printemps (The Rite of Spring), not to mention Rimsky-Korsakov’s Schéhérazade, Debussy’s Prélude à l’après-midi d’un faune (Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun) and Prokoviev’s Chout.
[Diaghilev is] ‘a giant, undoubtedly the only one whose dimensions increase the more he recedes into the distance’. Sergei Prokoviev
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‘Of all the wonders that the world had to offer, only art promised immortality.’
Programme of Ballets Russes – 1913 Shéhérazade – Michel Fokine and Vera Fokina [Wikimedia]
‘I could make a choreographer out of this inkwell if I wanted to.’
Related sites
- History of Ballet Russes
- Sergei Diaghilev: first lord of the dance
- IMDb
- Diaghilev and the Ballets Russes (V&A)
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René Descartes 1596—1650
Portrait of René Descartes by Frans Hals [Wikimedia]
The French philosopher René Descartes was born on this day in 1596 at La Haye en Touraine. The first quote below is, of course, the one that everyone knows in its truncated form, even if they have no idea who said it or what it means.
‘Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum.’
‘I doubt, therefore I think, therefore I am.’
‘If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.’
‘The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest men of past centuries.’
‘Conquer yourself rather than the world.’
‘Let whoever can do so deceive me, he will never bring it about that I am nothing, so long as I continue to think I am something.’
Dispute of Queen Cristina Vasa and René Descartes (detail of Nils Forsberg’s (1842-1934) copy of Pierre Louis Dumesnil’s (1698-1781) original. [Wikimedia]
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Benedicta Leigh 1922—2000 [photo: David Sim]
She later spent a year drawing from life at Salisbury School of Art. During World War II, she nursed with the Red Cross in Auxiliary Hospitals and Convalescent Homes throughout the country, also finding time to write, produce and play in several revues for her patients.
The war over, she trained for the stage at RADA where she received commendations from Sybil Thorndike and Laurence Irving and won the George Arliss prize as well as sharing the Dialect prize with Cyril Shaps.
Her subsequent career included repertory at Windsor, Bromley, Sheffield, Coventry and Nottingham, No Other Verdict at the Duchess Theatre in the West End (“stealing all the notices as the maid” she would tell me gleefully) films such as The Eternal Question and Hands of Destiny.
Benedicta Leigh & Michael Aldridge in See How They Run 1951
In 1955 she married my father, the actor Richard Vernon, and after giving birth to me and my brother Tom, she gave up the stage to look after us, though occasionally returning to do the odd episode of such series as The Main Chance with John Stride.
Diagnosed as a manic-depressive in the late 1960s, there followed a series of breakdowns. It was only in the late 1980s that she was able get her life back on an even keel. After divorcing Richard, she wrote an autobiography The Catch of Hands, which was published by Virago in 1991 and won The Mind Book of the Year Award in 1992. She followed this with a work of fiction, Unlock, and Remind Me of the Sea, also published by Virago. Following this association with the mental health charity, Mind, she spoke at a Stress Against Women conference and contributed details of her treatment at the hands of professionals for MIND to use in their campaigns.
In 1997 her health began to deteriorate and she had to be sectioned once again. Chronic renal problems were diagnosed in 1999, probably a result of the length of time she had taken the anti-psychotic drug, Lithium. She died in Kingston Hospital on 8 February 2000.
Sarah Vernon © 2014 (adapted from a bio originally published on Rogues & Vagabonds in 2001.)
Published by Virago Press Limited 1991
Blurb
With the piquant with of Colette, the lyricism of Laurie Lee and a passion all her own, Benedicta Leigh tells the story of her life — a life made remarkable by her determination to rescue it. Born in the 1920s, to parents who allowed her delightful eccentricities and dreams of glory, her childhood and adolescence were a restless seeking out of life.
But after her beloved father’s death during the Second World War, and the suicide of her lover some years later, came the first of many shattering breakdowns. It is twenty years later that, with an undeniable force of will, Benedicta Leigh bravely takes up the sword to tackle the nightmares, and to loosen the knot within herself.
Extraordinarily perceptive, The Catch of Hands
Biography
Benedicta Leigh was born in Hampshire in 1922. After working as a VAD during the Second World War, she trained at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, and has since performed widely in the theatre. Although she has written most of her life, this is her first full-length work. She has two grown-up children, and lives in London.
In this remarkable autobiography, Benedicta Leigh portrays with painterly skill her insouciant, untrammelled childhood and her troubled adult years. Using language with a wonderful freshness and originality, hers is a unique voice, full of beauty, longing, pain and courage.
Excerpt
The bullet bit into my forehead as I skidded across the lawn and crashed to the ground The decks ran crimson, and away by the hedge my mother slowly hauled up a great dandelion, its acrid milk spattering her knuckles. She was too busy to notice the rattle in my throat, my dying, my death, oh, the perfection of it, and she missed Ned the cabin boy weeping over my body and saying ‘O Captain, Sir, what will we do? Mr Peyton is dead and done for, and who shall drive the boat now?’ ‘Well, not him, anyway,’ said Captain Tollemache. ‘Get a coffin and some flags, and we will have a long dull funeral and a party with ginger-beer. Everyone can come but Nanny, and my caterpillars will do an entertainment.’
I heard the boys whining and thumping up in the nursery as I turned over on to my stomach. My mother had gone indoors, leaving her straw hat on the steps, and spikes of grass bent beneath the anxiety of a beetle’s progress. Over my shoulder blades a concentration of heat spilled, and the dog of war walloped towards me and leaned against my shoulder, a raggle of tongue pushing into my ear.
I said, ‘You’re being rather intimate with me today, my dear,’ as I stroked him. His coat felt like a hot flannel. I sang: ‘O dog of war, who forged thy dread breath?’ And I sang that if it was stew for lunch, then I would be sick unto my plate a great lot….
While there are copies to be had of The Catch of Hands and her second book, Unlock And Remind Me Of The Sea, they are now out of print. I am hoping to persuade Virago to republish. At the time, Benedicta received a number of letters from people saying how much the memoir had helped them immeasurably by allowing them to realise they were not alone.
An interesting postscript is that in January this year, I commented on a post by Judith Haire at the Mentally Wealthy blog about my mother’s bi-polarity and mentioned her memoir. An instant response to my comment came from Jean Davison who said, ‘That’s so interesting, I bought that book years ago and kept it on my bookshelf. I have it in my hands now. It was one of the books that inspired me to write my own memoir and try to get it published, which I eventually did.’ (The Dark Threads – a vivid memoir of one young woman’s psychiatric treatment
It is a small and supportive world out here.
Benedicta in 1991
[photo: Bill Moody]
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Yes, I’ve had PhotoFunia again! This might just be my favourite thus far as I happen to think that Dancing in Greek looks rather splendid on Vogue’s cover.
You may remember that I added a photograph of the Russian ballerina Tamara Platonovna Karsavina (1885–1978) from The Library of Congress and turned her into a silhouette overlaying a background of my textures.
And then I couldn’t resist putting myself on the cover. This photo was taken about five years ago.
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Is this showing off? Probably. But promoting The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy helps towards my pension!
BBC Radio 4 Extra has started airing the original radio series of Hitchhiker’s, the seminal series by the late Douglas Adams. No, I’m not related to Douglas Adams but I am the daughter of the original Slartibartfast, Richard Vernon! He created the role on radio and repeated it in the television series.
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To mark the day, I am paying tribute to a woman whose influence has been remarkable, whose work has inspired generation after generation, and to whom I just happen to be distantly related!
Embed from Getty ImagesWhen I was first introduced to Jane Austen, I found her difficult to read. This was partly because she was labeled a ‘classic’ writer that we had to study at school, along with Dickens and Shakespeare and so forth, and our English teacher was evidently an actress manqué whose renditions rendered us speechless with horror. I loathed Shakespeare until my parents took me to an RSC production of Twelfth Night with Judi Dench, Richard Pasco and Elizabeth Spriggs. Immediately I understood what the fuss was about.
My parents introduced me to many artistic delights but the time when they would have urged me to read Austen was a time that the family was wrenched apart by my mother’s manic depression. Perhaps if they’d told me at that time that there was a blood connection, I just might have approached Pride and Prejudice or Mansfield Park a little differently. I don’t know. As it was, I didn’t read Jane Austen for myself until my late teens, at which point I fell utterly and completely in love with all her work and everything about her.
One of the best books I’ve read about Jane Austen is a fascinating volume by Fay Weldon, Letters to Alice
As for the blood connection, I didn’t learn about that until the late ’80s, early 90s. I’d known forever that Leigh was a maternal family name but not where it came from, only that my mother had chosen it for her stage name when someone told her that she would never see her name in lights with the number of syllables contained in ‘Benedicta Hoskyns’! I also knew of several forebears whose middle names included Leigh and others whose surname was Leigh. If you know your Austen, you will know where I’m heading! When I did some research, I discovered exactly how we were related to Jane. Even my mother didn’t know the details.
Jane’s mother was Cassandra Leigh. Cassandra’s father, Thomas, was part of the Leigh family of Adlestrop, Gloucestershire. He had a pugnacious brother, Jane’s great-uncle, Theophilus Leigh (1693-1784), who was Master of Balliol for more than 50 years and known for ‘overflowing with puns and witticisms and sharp retorts‘. These are the words of Jane’s brothers’ descendants, William Austen-Leigh and Richard Arthur Austen-Leigh in Jane Austen, Her Life and Letters, which was published in 1913 as an updated follow-up to Jane’s nephew, James Edward Austen Leigh’s memoir — A Memoir of Jane Austen: and Other Family Recollections — from 1870. These two later Austens go on to say that Theophilus’ ‘most serious joke was his practical one of living much longer than had been expected or intended’!
So where do I come in? Theo, as I feel I can call him — somehow I doubt that was ever the case in his lifetime! — had several children, one of whom, Mary, went on to marry Sir Hungerford Hoskyns, 4th Baronet. I come down from there but I won’t bore you with the details! To cut a long story short, Jane Austen’s great-uncle was my great-grandfather seven times removed — or near enough!
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WordPress today announced that WP bloggers could start embedding images from the Getty archive. I had to take advantage immediately.
Why elephants? Inspired by an illustration in a recent post from Violet’s Vegan E-Comics, I knew it was time to do another design featuring elephants. I am devoted to these magnificent creatures and would, all things being equal, like a baby heffalump that, like Peter Pan, never grows up but provides endless pleasure in my garden.
My experiments over the last few days with a public domain elephant and various textures have not produced the effect I was searching for…yet. In fact, the experiment turned into something else entirely, which I will show tomorrow. In the meantime, this is the elephant artwork I created three years ago.
Chalk Elephants © First Night Design
And here’s a delicious quote from The House at Pooh Corner: Chapter 5 . In which Piglet meets a heffalump.
‘One day, when Christopher Robin and Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet were all talking together, Christopher Robin finished the mouthful he was eating and said carelessly: “I saw a Heffalump to-day, Piglet.”
“What was it doing?” asked Piglet.
“Just lumping along,” said Christopher Robin. “I don’t think it saw me.”
“I saw one once,” said Piglet. “At least, I think I did,” he said. “Only perhaps it wasn’t.”
“So did I,” said Pooh, wondering what a Heffalump was like.
“You don’t often see them,” said Christopher Robin carelessly.
“Not now,” said Piglet.
“Not at this time of year,” said Pooh.’
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By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying —
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
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Foyles, Charing Cross Road
[photo: Wikimedia]
Last night I dreamed I went to Foyles Bookshop again. The old Foyles, the Foyles where you could never find the book you wanted but had so much fun in the trying; the Foyles in which every employee knew exactly where you would discover the desired volume.
Roald Dahl was there.
Roald Dahl
[photo: Wikimedia]
Harry Dean Stanton was there.
Harry Dean Stanton
[photo: Wikimedia]
Roald Dahl told me I should read Harry Dean Stanton’s autobiography.
Harry Dean Stanton said it was up to me if I wanted to buy his book or not. He could care less.
I bought it. Stanton had written it under the pen-name of ChlsLachlos.
“I don’t understand.”
I woke up.
Discuss with reference to symbolism, children’s literature, iconic cinema, dreams and Les Liaisons Dangereuses.
Answers on one side of a postcard only.
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
Yesterday I attempted a new piece for St Valentine. And failed miserably. Instead, I give you this diversion from Drew McKevitt, poet, knitter and illustrator of Pears.
via Valentine’s Day Chocolate | Angry Pear
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I recently had a conversation with the artist Benjamin Prewitt about red/green colour blindness and since Mr FND has the same, I decided to do a little research, only to discover that it is the most common form.
In our household it has led to some furious discussions about paint colours. I wanted a muted burnt orange in the drawing-room and picked the closest colour on the paint chart for a tester pot but he came back with something so orange that the red notes made my head spin!
The Colour Blind Awareness site says that although it’s known as red/green colour blindness, it’s not that those affected mix up red and green but that they “mix up all colours which have some red or green as part of the whole colour”. For example, a red/green colour blind person “will confuse a blue and a purple because they can’t ‘see’ the red element of the colour purple”. Apparently, unless the condition is the result of some other problem such as Diabetes or Multiple Sclerosis, the most common reason is an inherited gene from the mother.
“I always knew something was off ,” says Benjamin, “as people would remark how vibrant my work was, or when I would ask if this tan or green fabric matched.”
I’m beginning to understand a little more what it’s like for those affected.
What I haven’t yet disclosed to Benjamin is that I have a big problem with red (he will read it here first!) and very red-based orange — there is a lot of red in his paintings. If the shade is deep and close to a wine red, I’m attracted to it but otherwise I tend to feel as I did with the orange tester Mr FND bought.
Having said that, I have to confess that some of his red-based paintings that scream at me on the blog look stunning when hung on the wall for an exhibition, as below.
Last year, Benjamin had his eyes checked. “[I] completely failed the color chart test. The look on the tech’s face was hilarious. The doctor did a more in-depth test with actual light and determined I see a different spectrum of those colors than most. She also told me I have a hyper-acuity, meaning that when I look at things I can focus in far more close than normal, which I guess is why I love texture. I find texture palpable, even being told I really don’t know what it all means in the real world. I just know I feel color and written words and raw emotion [and they] create vivid clear images in my mind. I guess I’m a kook.”
‘Kook’ he certainly is not. Not only do I admire his work, I admire the extraordinary way he copes with early onset Parkinson’s. Colour blindness is the least of his worries and surely enhances his art.
I feel exactly the same about texture and the chances are that most artists do. His remarks about feeling colour and words prompted me to tell him I have a mild form of Synaesthesia. This condition means that the senses get mixed up. For instance, I see days of the week and months of the year in colour and shape – always the same. Friday might come up in conversation and I instantly see a yellow half-moon. Tuesday is pale grey but I couldn’t begin to describe the shape or pattern, only draw it! If you’re interested in Synaesthesia, there are a number of books on the subject. I can’t find the book I read in the late 1980s or early ’90s on my shelves, nor remember its name but it wasn’t until I read it that I realised there was a name for what my mother and I both shared. It was an eye-opener.
By the way, if you want to know what happened to the walls of our flat, the answer is nothing! We couldn’t agree. I painted a swathe in lemon trying to imitate the ragging, rolling, marbling techniques of the late Jocasta Innes but then life interrupted for several years and we didn’t even have the money to slap on some white. Now, because we’re selling, the white paint is going everywhere.
As for what I’m seeing, who knows. I’ve been waiting for a cataract operation for what seems an eternity.
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![Original & vintage art © First Night Design [www.firstnightdesign.wordpress.com] Vintage Henry Irving and Ellen Terry as Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing from The Library of Congress: http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/97514042/ The background is a blend of the interior of The Great Exhibition at Crystal Palace in 1851 from an old encyclopaedia — the venue was originally built in Hyde Park and the exhibition was organised by Prince Albert and Henry Cole — and textures from “2 Lil’ Owls”:http://2lilowls.com. http://www.vam.ac.uk/page/g/great-exhibition/](https://firstnightdesign.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/e284blog.jpg?w=159&h=159&crop=1 "Beatrice and Benedick")
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