Sculptor Malvina Hoffman (1885-1966) Writes Her Fourth Book – Through Me
I know, this headline sounds crazy, but it’s true! I was captured by a muse and oh, what a ride it’s been! Sculptor Malvina Hoffman first found me at the home of her great nephew Chip. We began dating in 2008, and he invited me to his beautiful condo overlooking the St. John’s River in Jacksonville, Florida. When I first entered his home I was struck by an unusually large number of incredible sculptures. “Who is the artist?” I asked. He told me it was his great aunt Malvina, and then shared a few stories of her life. Words like Rodin, Paris, around- the-world, largest commission history of bronze, were mentioned, but I couldn’t hear him, because I was love struck. My muse grabbed my heart and that was it.
No doubt, Chip brought me back to his apartment as a move to seduce. It worked, I fell hard, I fell hard for Malvina Hoffman. The good news is Chip and I also later fell in love and married in 2013!
But, Malvina – I was an amateur collector and art lover. I traveled and visited enough museums to know many different artists in history and today, but I never heard of Malvina Hoffman. This made me mad, she was magnificent. At that moment, Malvina picked me to tell her story and bring her back to her rightful place in history, art history and American history. I had no choice. My destiny was fated.
Over the past six years I studied, researched, wrote and rewrote her story. My first draft was in first person, I didn’t like it. I took the 70,000 words and rewrote them into third person. Malvina’s bronze self portrait still sits on my desk and she watches over me, even now as I write this blog. While I wrote she pushed me, prodded me and demanded I tell her story well.
Malvina did leave me once. She simply disappeared. I was shattered and went to a famous medium to find out why (desperate people do desperate things). My mother first came through, but I told my mother I didn’t have much time and needed to talk to my muse. Malvina made herself known, she was a very successful businesswoman, an intellectual and artist – she did not play games. “Stop writing about my love life,” was the general message I received through the medium, who relayed this message via the fourth dimension. I was writing about her love life, my title was ‘Love Letters to Malvina.’ I took this message very seriously and promised to not go there. Malvina came back to me and I didn’t betray her trust. Five years later my book (co written by the muse herself) Beautiful Bodies – The Adventures of Malvina Hoffman, found it ‘s way into the literary world. My hope is you will fall in love with Malvina as I have. Her story is Forrest Gump – like, in that she knew everyone and was in the middle of everything in early 20th century history. Not only that, but she was one hell of a sculptor. She was awarded a front page obituary in the New York Times, such was her fame. Malvina is now forgotten, like most women artists. It’s time to bring her back to her rightful place in art history, to the head of the class, remembered as when she died “America’s Rodin.”