Amazingly, nine D.H. Lawrence oil paintings banned from England in 1929
now hang behind a curtain in an unassuming hotel conference room in
Taos, New Mexico.
Painted during the height of Lawrence’s infamy, following the publication of his erotic novel,
Lady Chatterley’s Lover, these nine works were among the twelve originally exhibited at the Dorothy Warren Gallery of London in 1929. Not surprisingly, given his reputation, local authorities soon confiscated the paintings and labeled them obscene.
Lawrence was offered two choices: remove the paintings from England
forever or have them destroyed. He chose the former, and thus began
their unlikely journey to the American Southwest.
Lawrence sent the paintings to his home of Vence, France,
where they remained until his death in 1930. His widow Frieda
subsequently moved to New Mexico with the banned paintings in tow.
But why New Mexico?
A decade earlier the American patroness Mabel Dodge Sterne Luhan had
invited Lawrence and Frieda to Taos with the goal of convincing the
author to write about the area. While that book never happened, she did
convince him to stay awhile with a sweet deal—swapping a 160-acre ranch
for the manuscript of
Sons and Lovers.
It was to this ranch that Frieda returned, and when she died in 1956,
her third husband sold the paintings to the local owner of the Hotel La
Fonda de Taos, Saki Karavas.
Karavas, in turn, kept the paintings in
his hotel office until his death in 1996, at which point the current
owners of the hotel decided to move the paintings to a conference room,
but not before placing the offending art behind a curtain.
To view the paintings and listen to a pre-recorded tour, you'll need
to pay the front-desk staff $3 per person. Note, depending on your
timing, there could be a wait or the conference room could be in use, so
consider calling ahead.
Don't pull the curtain on your own.
Be sure to visit all the other participants today in
Beverly's Pink Saturday Blog Hop!
Now, go make something beautiful!
¸.•´
¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*´¨)(¸.•´
(¸.•´♥ Tristan ♥
When the Ripe Fruit Falls--
When the ripe fruit falls
its sweetness distills and trickles away into
the veins of the earth.
* * *
When fulfilled people die
the essential oil of their experience enters
the veins of living space, and adds a glisten
to the atom, to the body of immortal chaos.
* * *
For space is alive
and it stirs like a swan
whose feathers glisten
silky with oil of distilled experience.
~ By D.H. Lawrence ~
3 comments:
Love the poem at the end. Top painting is the one I like best.
What a wonderful poem. That's just beautiful -- I must remember that for my funeral.
I like the paintings and I have no idea why they were so scandalous, considering other classical art of nudes. Go figure. I wonder what happens in you pull the curtain yourself?
Fascinating !
Thanks!
Post a Comment