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NUDE
for Zorbacchus!
by
Dr. Susan Block
"Full
nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, Every last weekend in May, the good and sensuous people of Pasadena, Altadena, Los Angeles and beyond wind their ways up through the Altadena Hills until they reach a very special place where they celebrate the Rites of Spring in a fashion that would be appreciated by the primeval followers of Dionysus, Eros and Aphrodite.
As the sun sets over the mountains, art interweaves with nature, wine flows easily, whole hogs are roasted over pits, vegetables and herbs of all sorts are consumed, musicians make music, satyrs make mischief, children play, grown-ups unwind, and beautiful naked nymphs with flowers in their hair dance around a hoary elfin sprite in red, the embodiment of Dionysius Himself, world-renowned artist and pillar of the Altadena-Pasadena community Colonel Jirayr Hamparzoom Zorthian, known to his ecstatic devotees and neighbors as Zorbacchus.
I met Zorthian/Zorbacchus several years ago at Stage Blue, a bi-coastal 300th anniversary celebration of Yale University's multiple contributions to modern American entertainment. We stood out in the crowd of almost uniformly dark blue and grey-suited Yale alumni--Zorthian (Yale Class of '36) in his handcrafted belt and extravagant, flowing beard, and I (Yale Class of '77) in my hat, Egyptian scarf and miniskirt. Our eyes lit up as soon as we saw each other and recognized that we were kindred wild-at-hearts who managed to survive venerable old Eli Yale on opposite sides of the Bushes.
Our spouses, my Max and his Dabney, also hit it off. So, it wasn't long before we, along with our art curator Kim Mendoza, were visiting them on their legendary Altadena ranch, admiring Zorthian's uniquely whimsical, skillfully rendered, classically-themed and thought-provoking art, as well as Dabney's fine boho hospitality.
Being the "ethical hedonists" that we are, we found Zorthian's erotic art especially impressive.
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HERE FOR ZORTHIAN EROTIC ART In between personal visits, we have attended a couple of his Spring Bacchanals, called "Primaveras," enjoying the bounty of food, drink and homespun music, along with the inimitable dance of the nude nymphs.
One year, Kim and I presented Zorthian with a Jolie Barry photo of us dancing (half, if not totally naked) in the Zorbacchian tradition.
Each Spring, we discover new spirits and old friends at the Zorbacchus Bacchanal. Our first visit, we were startled but not surprised to find out that one of our favorite Civil Rights attorneys John Burton (who helped us out in our famous LAPD case) has been a Zorbacchian for many a year. Last Spring, we encountered Sallie Hofmeister, the distinguished LA Times business journalist who had covered the initial stages of our two-year media battle with former Adelphia CEO (and now indicted felon!) John J. Rigas, over his illegal censorship of The Dr. Susan Block Show. Having only spoken by phone and seen her writing, I'd always thought of Ms. Hofmeister as a rather conservative business writer, but there she was reveling (with her clothes on, as far as we saw) long into the night along with the other neo-dionysians, young and old. Ride, Sallie, ride!
The entire Zorbacchus Experience is a blast--a Bohemian Grove for Regular Folks. But it's the Dance of the Nude Nymphs that reigns supreme, being one of the more controversial Zorbacchus traditions, as well as one of the most beloved. The local Puritans decry the practice because the dancers are, well, nude. And nude they shall remain. "To see you naked is to recall the Earth," declares Federico Garcia Lorca in Casida de la Mujer Tendida. Ain't that the Pan's honest truth...
Life's passages interweave with the dance. Two year's ago, the nude violinist was eight months' pregnant, her bare round belly a testament to the Earth's fecundity. The next Spring, she was playing her exquisite fiddle, nude again, but now carrying her infant with a shoulder strap. Lullaby baby... In the midst of it all, sits Zorthian/Zorbacchus. The sprightly old rancher attributes his extraordinary health and longevity (as of this writing, he is 92) to fine art, good wine and being surrounded by a bevy of beautiful naked women at least once a year.
His long life could also be due to other aspects of its extraordinariness. Born on April 14, 1911 in Kutahya, Turkey, of Armenian parents, at the tender age of three, little Jirayr, like the young Picasso and so many other great artists, astounded his relatives with his preternatural skill in drawing and painting. By the age of eight, he was an expert in the art of survival, having lived through two Turkish massacres. At eleven, he came to the United States and settled in New Haven, Connecticut with his family. He graduated from Yale with honors in 1936, and received a Winchester Fellowship at the American Academy of Rome. From there, he went on to become one of the great painters of our times, as well as architect, designer, friend, lover, father, grandfather, great grandfather, mentor, party animal and connoisseur of joie de vivre. These photos attest to that!
Postscript: Colonel Jirayr H. Zorthian passed away on January 6, 2004 (about six months after the above story was posted). He was 92. The photos above commemorate the last Primavera that included Jirayr H. Zorthian. But the Spirit of Zorbacchus lives on. His wife Dabney, the rest of his family and friends are carrying on all of the great Zorbacchus traditions, including host a marvelous Primavera 2004, in which the nymphs danced nude around an empty chair, Zorthian's chair. Suddenly, just like in a Tibetan folktale, the baby boy of the violinist (pictured above) crawled into the empty chair, the better to enjoy the dance of naked art and love. Yes, despite death and loss of all kinds, the Spirit of Zorbacchus lives on and on and on.
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