Sunday, 1 March 2015
I did say I would get back to you after I actually read Vali Myers biography, so here is a quick review. The one I read was the Vali Myers Biography by her lover Gianni Menichetti. I found it very inspiring and enjoyed all the little stories he remembered.
Vali was a real individual and a real character, she seems to have always known her own nature and been true to it, no matter how much trouble that got her into. She was a real wild creature, happy living in the streets or in a wild canyon. Her pet fox named Foxy seems to have been like an animal familiar, and Vali herself was very foxlike.
She made beautiful, spiritual artworks with slow painstaking work, often working late at night, sitting inside a huge cage. Some of her artworks took a year to finish. She sold these to finance her life in the canyon of Positano, but always regretted parting with her work and would buy it back if she could.
Many years of her life were totally devoted to her pets in her Positano canyon, where she lived to take care of her dogs, pigs, donkeys, rabbits and other animals. They always got the best of everything. According to Gianni, sometimes there was no food for the humans because she had fed it to the animals. They were always fighting with the local government to keep the valley.
There were a few aspects of her that are not so inspiring such as her savage temper, and her relationships with sometimes abusive men. Also I wish she had got some of her dogs desexed as I worry what will happen to them and they keep breeding. Gianni lives alone in the valley with the animals now, but when he goes, I do not know what will happen to the valley or the animals.
I have always been jealous of those artists who are able to live for their art, living on the street and in the most appalling conditions, not just 'selling out', myself I would not be able to do that, I need a proper roof over my head and food. I am a ravenous creature, snacking all day long. I would not be able to go without food.
I am inspired by Vali's wild spirit. She was an Australian girl, and I wish I could have met her when she came back to Melbourne in her last years. Alas, she died in 2003 when I was only about 15 and could never have made a pilgrimage to Melbourne to see her at that age.
I would recommend the biography to everyone, Gianni writes in a very engaging way, and it is a pleasure to read. It is harder to get hold of and more expensive than Nightflower, her other biography. I have also ordered a copy of that. I put my reviews and ratings of books on my Goodreads, the link is on my blog if you are interested.