O dan y cymylau, o flaen y llyn

Schwitters was absolutely, unreservedly, 24-hours-a-day PRO-art. His genius had no time for transforming the world, or values, or the present, or the future, or the past; no time in fact for any of the things that were heralded by blasts of Berlin’s Trump of Doom. There was no talk of the ‘death of art’, of ‘non-art’, or ‘anti-art’ with him. On the contrary, every tram-ticket, every envelope, cheese wrapper or cigar-band, together with old shoe-soles or shoelaces, wire, feathers, dishcloths everything that had been thrown away all this he loved, and restored to an honoured place in life by means of his art.
-- Hans Richter, 'DADA Art And Anti Art'


Gwnes i ddeffro gyda sŵn y glaw yn drymio yn ysgafn ar y babell. Ar ôl i ni ei olchi a'i wisgo, cawson ni brecwast a choffi. Roedd y glaw yn parhau, felly gwnaethon ni chwarae gêm a darllen llyfrau. Roedden ni cyfforddus yn y babell heb angen mynd allan ac eithrio mynd dros y gwersyll i fynd i'r tŷ bach.

Rydw i'n darllen 'DADA Art And Anti Art' gan Hans Richter, ac mae'n llyfr swynol am y mudiad celf yn y ugeinfed ganrif gynnar. Rydw i'n ffeindio bod cafodd y llyfr ei ysgrifennu mewn ffordd sy'n rhoi blas yr adeg ac yn gadael ôl-ddelwedd yn fy meddwl o adeg celf chwyldro. Mae'n ysbrydoledig.

Roedd y tywydd yn gymylog gyda glaw achlysurol. Arhoson ni yn y babell tan ganol prynhawn pan aethon ni allan yn chwilio am ginio. Aethon ni i Arberth ond cafodd y rhan fwyaf o'r bwytai yn ie gau.

Ffeindion ni un bwyty oedd yn gwerthu bwyd a chawson ni pysgod wedi'u grilio (fi) ac omled (Nor'dzin) gyda salad yn lle sglodion. Prynon ni ffrwythau am ginio cyn gyrru yn ôl i'r babell.

Eisteddon ni y tu allan i'r pabell ac y darllen yn yr heulwen brin, cyn roedd e'n rhy oer i aros allan. Gorffennais i fy llyfr DADA heno. Roedd e lyfr da iawn.


I woke up with the noise of the rain drumming lightly on the tent. After we washed and dressed, we had breakfast and coffee. The rain continued, so we played a game and read books. We were comfortable in the tent without needing to go out except going across the campsite to go to the toilet.

I'm reading 'DADA Art And Anti Art' by Hans Richter, and it's a fascinating book about the early twentieth-century art movement. I'm finding that the book has been written in a way that gives a taste of the period and leaves an after-image in my mind of a time of art revolution. It's inspirational.

The weather was cloudy with occasional rain. We stayed in the tent until mid-afternoon when we went out looking for lunch. We went to Narberth but most of the restaurants were closed.

We found one restaurant that was selling food and we had grilled fish (me) and omled (Nor'dzin) with a salad instead of chips. We bought fruit for dinner before driving back to the tent.

We sat outside the tent and read in the rare sunshine, before it was too cool to stay out. I finished to my DADA book tonight. It was a very good book.