Collaboration work between painter Leonora Carrington & Alexandro Jodorowsky in Mexico, 1957.
“During a party, Luis Buñuel, seduced by Carrington’s beauty and emboldened by the notion that she had transcended all bourgeois morality, proposed (with his characteristic bluntness) that she become his mistress. Without even waiting for her answer, he gave her the key to the secret studio that he used as a love nest and told her to meet him at three o’clock the next afternoon. Early the next morning, Leonora went to visit the place alone. She found it tasteless: It looked exactly like a motel room. Taking advantage of the fact that she was in her menstrual period, she covered her hands with blood and used them to make bloody handprints all over the walls in order to provide a bit of decoration for that anonymous, impersonal room. Buñuel never spoke to her again.”
– Alejandro Jodorowsky, The Spiritual Journey of Alejandro Jodorowsky: The Creator of El Topo
buñuel never speaking to a woman again because she out buñuel’d buñuel is so buñuel, what an ass, got to look more into ms carrington—is she any relation to dora?
Not as far as I know! She’s really an AMAZING painter- not really so raw as this anecdote suggests, but still, very very good- and I think I bought The Hearing Trumpet at some point in my teens and never ended up reading it and am now pissed at myself for leaving it at my mom’s house. I knew she was tight with Ernst- hence some of my initial interest- but I didn’t know that she had a breakdown after he was arrested for the second time, and then wrote a memoir about the experience, which I REALLY want to read now.