On purpose

“I chose the house for many reasons.

Because it seemed to have sprouted out of the earth like a tree, so deeply grooved it was within the old garden.  It had no cellar and the rooms rested right on the ground.  Below the rug, I felt, was the earth.  I could take root here, feel at one with the house and the garden, take nourishment from them like plants.

The first thing I did was to have the basin and fountain unearthed and restored.  Then it seemed to me that the house came alive.  The fountain was gay and sprightly.

I had a sense of preparation for a love to come. Like the extension of canopies, the unrolling of ceremonial carpets, as if I must first create a marvelous world in which to house it, in which to receive adequately this guest of honor.

It is in this mood of preparation that I pass through the house, painting a wall through which stains of humidity show, hanging a lamp where it will throw Balinese shadow plays, draping a bed, placing logs in the fireplace.

Every room is painted a different colour.  As if there were one room for every separate mood:  lacquer red for vehemence, pale turquoise for reveries, peach color for gentleness, green for repose, grey for work at the typewriter.

Ordinary life does not interest me.  I seek only the high moments.  I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous.

I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension.”

~ From “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume One 1931-1934

Quotation seen today on Chookoolooks.


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