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Chez FINI

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a fascinating artist, it is no surprise LEONOR FINI found her interiors another fantastical canvas for painting pictures, tales and perches. Today, her work found in many important collections of modern art. Upon her death The London Times obituary spoke of her physical beauty, her erotic art, and her legions of lovers, whose names "read like a roll call of the literary and artistic talents of that brilliant age." A largely self taught Surrealist-though she never officially joined their movement- Fini was befriended and admired by them. Often living with two men- a lover and a friend-or both-she preferred the creative arrangement of a ménage à trois. 'Marriage never appealed to me,' she explained. 'I have never lived with just one person. Since I was 18 I have preferred to be in a sort of community - a big house with my atelier and cats and friends, and with one man who was rather a lover and another who was rather a friend. And it has always worked.'  



self portrait


Many of her paintings hang in the renovated attic space where the muse visited Lenora Fini. The 2000 square foot space in Paris was Laboratory for the artist. A Baroque allegory of Justice carved in wood  stands alongside the Fini canvases. A 17th century Italian table presides over the Fini collection and just below this photograph-FINI perched on the same table with her cats. The artist found cats-her greatest muses-other than self- explored the feline and its relationship to women. 



'At the top of an old staircase, a red door opened,'wrote a neighbour, who was 'confronted with ships' figureheads, old mirrors, velvet curtains, an alcove painted purple, some violet-coloured armchairs, glass hands, a large bronze foot, birds' skeletons, dolls' wigs, a large baroque pair of scales, oriental clothes and carpets, turn-of-the-century underclothes, theatre costumes, sequinned stockings…' (Daily Telegraph UK)







her Muses & her Work


a Fini set design for Les Demoiselles de la nuit



a femme fatatale, a feminist- in her unique way, Fini's work mostly depicted women-looking very much like herself and cats. Here Surrealistic eroticism was championed by  Christian Dior , Max Ernst-one time lover, Cartier-Bresson, Jean Cocteau and Georges Batailles. Androgyny, Menace and Eroticism always created a tension in her work that both shocked and titillated the public. Fini painted the first erotic male nude ever by a woman in 1942.


                                                                             






 'The wardrobe was flung open: silks and satins, masks and boots, girdles and stage-jewelled coronets were spilled knee-high about the room. We tried on this and that, criticized or admired one another until everyone was dressed within the rules, which were that we be nude only from chest to thigh.'  Julien Levy, Fini's NY art dealer



a small attic room with fabric covered walls & 
Fini designed costume drawings hang on low cupboards  &  costume designs below





Passion















The Leopard
















a collection of Neapolitan ex-votos hand on a screen



patterns in Fini's paintings appear on the floors of the apartment


Areas of the studio were covered in an English linoleum with Persian patterns in greens, blues and reds. (see below) & these designs obviously found their way into her paintings.






another Fini self portrait





a corner of Fini's studio









A corner of the studio is eked out at a sitting room with an eclectic mix of chairs and objects. A folding chair of leather and wood (Fini seated in the chair above), a 17th century Dutch chair- (seen in the two photographs below)  and a rocking chair circa 1900. The walls are covered in a mole- coloured velvet-serving as a solemn backdrop for  one of her most sinister paintings. Objects litter the space: an Egyptian head, a Greek Sphinx, pre Columbian jewels, geodes and a collection of ex-votos.







the Artist-the Muse





According to Fini's obituary in The Guardian: 'At one gallery opening she wore a beautiful Siberian wolf-fur coat, which she had exchanged for a painting. When someone suggested it was rather warm for such clothing, she opened her coat to reveal that she was naked.'





 'I have always loved, and lived, my own theatre,' FINI




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links are provided in the reading of this post where quotes are used other resources, images provided from the list below.-
for further reading of FINI I recommend Sphinx: The Life and Art of Leonor Fini- by Peter Webb    
the Telegraph here
the Spaightwood Galleries here
& Les Chats here



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a little bit of little augury

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I find continued joy in this blog. In talking with a dearest friend yesterday about this assemblage, I realized what I have been trying to do with the adding and deleting  of blog recommendations labelled PEOPLE-(to my right)  most of the blogs are written by one person, there are several here that have an ensemble cast. I can not even imagine, nor do I want to know how many blogs are out there-
Too Many?
Possibly.
We each find our own level of taste, quality and topic.
Happiness reigns.
But am I learning anything? This is the question I am applying to PEOPLE lately. What am I finding out at this moment, I didn't know yesterday, and hour ago?
Do I want to know?
Need to know? Even better.


I have kept Little Augury wide open on Topic because I am interested in many things, reading, following politics, to my Republican friends & clients- I Am-  You might feel- A Hopeless Progressive (worse than any Liberal), but that should not surprise You-
Does it?

Where do I stand? As our conversation continued yesterday- one mention of a blog in particular elicited from Friend this:  HE/SHE has an OPINION. We know where said Blogger stands. Do you know where I stand? Sometimes I wonder. I certainly don't want to alienate anyone-But if the tenor of Little Augury changes a bit or more than,  I want to know If you agree, disagree. Now this is not an open invitation to Nasty comments, don't demean me-You will be sorry, but don't hesitate to open a spot that is sore on the subject at hand. I would be less a host-If you felt you could not speak your mind.





I do write about fashion- No apologies. It is relevant.
Consider Elizabeth 1- where would she have been without her clothes? Exposed to the world and every threat there after. What she wore signified HOW she wanted to be Seen. Impregnable. And this with good reason-Every Man at Court wished to get into her knickers.
Joan of Arc- the fair maid of Orleans-how else-other than divine intervention-could she have faced the enemy. Certainly she claimed divine guidance-but she was no fool.She dressed for Success.
LOUIS 14 another fashion plate-
Pure Power Play, He liked to watch. they Mimicked Him, aped after Him.
He Ruled and not just  by the seat of his pants or as Fashion Arbiter but as Architect Designer wielding his rod- measuring stick.
Versailles was his calling card-and He had everyone at his fingertips.
HE liked to Watch too.

that brings me to HOUSES. I talk about Houses, You expected that, Right? I "oathed" to do more House posts in January, I think now I should admit defeat and say-I will Never write more about one thing than another. It just does not suit me. It will be whatever the day or night brings and hopefully that will bring YOU JOY, along with knowing.

Reciprocity. I am working on this too. Hence the changes to PEOPLE. What are they giving Me in return? This is not about You comment on my blog-I comment on Yours, though all of that is Nice and Neat and I do it quite a lot. I personally think it is Kind. Others in the same venue do not. Or say I can not possibly comment on everyone that comments on MINE! You should know what I think of that.

I want to get something from my PEOPLE- and I do. There are many PEOPLE listed over there to my right-that don't know Little Augury exists-But I get something from them ALL. & for that-
I Thank You. If you have something to offer and you are not one of my PEOPLE tell me-
I want to KNOW something I did not KNOW.
I want to be challenged. I want to learn. I want to give something back to you here too.
If not today, tomorrow.
Return. I have this offering to my People- New People- PERSPECTIVES really.


 

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IF CHARLEY PARKER WAS A GUNSLINGER, THERE'D BE A WHOLE LOT OF DEAD COPYCATS-that's all I am going to say.  If that doesn't intrigue You-
HOPELESS.

CORBU'S CAVE- "Orlando" on canvas.

DISCOURS SUR LES ARTS ET LES SCIENCES- for the TITLE alone.

READER"S ALMANAC- Yes they have a BLOG! It is good too. Make that great-I have just gone to retrieve their LINK and LO and BEHOLD right off the pages of Little Augury. that is just what I am going ON (off?) about.

VOICE TALK  I can not sing-But I HEAR.


POST APOCALYPTIC BOHEMIAN "straight" out of San Francisco- with a twist & shout! out loud about Past heroes and a loving marriage to his guy- Unabashedly charming.

& last but not least- RED MUG BLUE LINEN because I need WATER. We all do.

You may think-



(all images are by Surrealist painter LEONOR FINI



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erlkonig fini all hallows eve




Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind?

Es ist der Vater mit seinem Kind;
Er hat den Knaben wohl in dem Arm,
Er faßt ihn sicher, er hält ihn warm.

"Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht?" —
"Siehst, Vater, du den Erlkönig nicht?
Den Erlenkönig mit Kron und Schweif?" —
"Mein Sohn, es ist ein Nebelstreif."

"Du liebes Kind, komm, geh mit mir!
Gar schöne Spiele spiel' ich mit dir;
Manch' bunte Blumen sind an dem Strand,
Meine Mutter hat manch gülden Gewand." —

"Mein Vater, mein Vater, und hörest du nicht,
Was Erlenkönig mir leise verspricht?" —
"Sei ruhig, bleibe ruhig, mein Kind;
In dürren Blättern säuselt der Wind." —

"Willst, feiner Knabe, du mit mir gehen?
Meine Töchter sollen dich warten schön;
Meine Töchter führen den nächtlichen Reihn,
Und wiegen und tanzen und singen dich ein." —
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"Mein Vater, mein Vater, und siehst du nicht dort
Erlkönigs Töchter am düstern Ort?" —
"Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, ich seh es genau:
Es scheinen die alten Weiden so grau. —"

"Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt." —
"Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan!" —

Dem Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Müh' und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.








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