Tuesday, 12 May 2020

'The Magic Pudding'...


Some years ago, when I lived in Sydney
I visited Norman Lindsay's home at Faulconbridge in the Blue Mountains...
Fortunately, those were the days before 'wise ones' decided to
'polish it up' and make it
a more touristy venue.

I saw the many interests and the skills of the 'anti-establishment' Lindsay.
He was a painter and a writer
of stories and poetry.

But he was so much more.

I saw a model boat he built that filled a room.
I saw his extensive book collection...floor to ceiling...
I saw a huge range of his original paintings...
and all featured a cat in a cameo role somewhere...

I wandered Lindsay's garden as he left it...
The winding paths dominated by Greek-style statues...
Lindsay was a sculptor too...

But my favourite place
was a humble little building... his 'workshop'...
separate from the house...
It was a mess...left as he left it...
scattered papers...typewriter askew...
smoky light through a smudged window...
a cobweb or two...
The ambience was amazing...
I loved it...

Norman Lindsay's whole life
was testament to
the possibility of living...
really living...
no matter the world around...

(Lindsay was quite a controversial figure...
Some of his work was banned...
Many of his paintings featured female nudes...
Strict moral and religious teachings
he met with very public disdain)...

NOTE: I found tucked into a website advertising menswear -especially bowties (I know, bizarre) - an article written about Lindsay - including some images of his writing/painting hideaway. 

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