Vali Myers archive
Identifier(s): PARC 4
II Porto Italy 1963, 1963 September-1969 October Digital
The Black Book of Fox Lady of the Red Tinker of Sky 1968, 1967 December-1972 November Digital
The Little Black Book November 71, 1971 November-1972 December Digital
Foxy 1973, 1972 December-1973 December Digital
The Dream Time Note-book of Vali Myers, 1974 January-1975 September Digital
This is a small notebook, incomplete, p. 1-16 with photocopies in colour from another visual diary titled 'Year of the Tiger 1974-1976' H2018.434, a favourite diary of Vali's (p. 1, p. 3, 12, p. 28, p. 112, p. 129 are photocopies from H2018.432). Blank pages after p. 16. Includes 1 loose magazine clipping.
Il Porto Italy, Sunflowers in the shadow of my Night, 1974 April 15-1977 September Digital
Wu Man, 1970 Digital
The drawing 'Wu Man' shows a portrait of Rudi Rappold, Vali's husband. The drawing has been described by Vali in 'Vali Myers: Drawings 1949-79', p. 44-45: 'A portrait of Rudi, in blue, with red hair. On his gloved and bejewelled hand is his white owl that he healed of a broken leg and let free. A evening these beautiful bird with their haunting cry come down from the Mountains of Milk to hunt in our valley, that opens to the sea.'
Dido, 1973-1974 Digital
Described by Vali Myers in 'Vali Myers: Drawings 1949-79', London, Open House, 1980, p. 74-75:
'My Dido was inspired by Virgil's Aeneid. Dido was the Phoenician Queen who build her kingdom, Carthage, on the coast of Tunisia and lived her life of purple and gold before fate decreed that she die on a sword in a sea of flames. In the valley nearby my house is a beautiful waterfall that I have called after Dido and her passionate tears.
Queen of Thorns, 1973-1974 Digital
Wild Goose, 1976-1977 Digital
'Wild Goose' is described by Vali in 'Vali Myers Drawings: 1949-79', London, Open House, 1980, p. 118-119:
'Portrait of my Mother, and my Father, on their Wedding Day, and a self portrait. My Mother called me her Wild Goose, for that restless spirit is in my blood like the tides of the sea. For the storm driven, harbours are only ports of call'.