Showing posts with label David Bomberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Bomberg. Show all posts

Sunday, 19 October 2014


David Bomberg's book, 'Russian Ballet', accompanied by 'Les Acrobates' from the ballet 'Parade' (first performed by Ballets Russe in 1917). Music by Erik Satie, performed by Georges Auric and Francis Poulenc on piano (1937).

Saturday, 17 August 2013


Nothing is more mysterious than the 'seizure' of a personality by a work of art. A work of any of the arts, which may have been familiar for years, suddenly, like an act of focusing, falls into place. Becoming lucent, intelligible - extra dimensional? Whatever phrase you like, but the person to whom it happens is in a state of enlarged being; at the top of their powers, but in tranquility. An experience not of strangeness but of intimacy. 'At that instant her mind was ennobled in Islam' as it was said of the woman in the Arabian Nights.

- Mary Butts (The Crystal Cabinet: My Childhood at Salterns, 1937).

Picture: 'In the Hold' by David Bomberg (1913-14).