Maria Gugging Psychiatric Clinic

In September 1994, [David] Bowie and Brian Eno—who had reunited to develop new music—accepted an invitation from the Austrian artist André Heller to visit the Maria Gugging psychiatric clinic. The site’s Haus der Künstler, established in 1981 as a communal home and studio, is known internationally as a centre for Art Brut—or Outsider Art—produced by residents, many living with schizophrenia and other psychiatric disorders.

The acclaimed Austrian photographer Christine de Grancy documented the visit, capturing Bowie engaging with these so-called outsider artists—a term often criticised for framing artists through illness or marginality rather than authorship. For the first time, these intimate portraits will be shown in Australia, when A Day with David opens at Joondalup festival in Western Australia in March, in collaboration with Santa Monica Art Museum.

And, of note: Gugging itself carries a darker weight. Founded in the 19th century, the clinic was later absorbed into the Nazi’s Aktion T4 program, which targeted those with mental and physical disabilities, and resulted in the mass murder of an estimated 250,000 people. At Gugging alone, hundreds of patients were murdered or sent to extermination facilities.

Source: The Guardian.

Einstein-Evans

For more than a decade, I’ve maintained a list of quotes I like by poets, writers, and thinkers I find interesting. This post is part of that series. All posts in the series are organized alphabetically.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. — Albert Einstein

We need to decolonize our language. — Nawal El Saadawi

Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something / Upon which to rejoice — T. S. Eliot

To be conscious is not to be in time / But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden, / The moment in the arbour where the rain beat, / The moment in the draughty church at smokefall / Be remembered; involved with past and future. / Only through time is time conquered — T.S. Eliot

I have three closets and one / is filled with my black clothes—the crying closet—dark when the door opens— / clothes difficult to tell apart — Carol Ellis

he will smile at her way of doing things / the way he smiled at your way of doing things / and at night, he will draw her close, / like you, assimilated, beloved. — C Malcolm Ellsworth

From the porch / I watched you become shadowless, / then featureless, until I knew / you couldn’t see either, and still / the dusk rang out, your aim that easy; / between the iron stakes you had driven / into the hard earth yourself — Claudia Emerson

What I want to say is that culture—art, if you like—has an important set of functions in preparing us for the future. — Brian Eno

You are a poet and sometimes it helps you / and sometimes it distances you from others. — Shira Erlichman

Let me warn you now: / There is no shame in running away, no / lie you have to tell for being afraid. We / are all supposed to jump. — Justin Evans

I want the right line / for our marriage, but the exact emotion / is a peach packed in ice. I cannot accept this, / though clearly, here it is, cold / and ripe, and now, in hand, passed / between us like a desperate artifact. — Kerry James Evans

Change one letter and womb is bomb. — Kate Evans