Creative Rebel Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald: Sometimes Madness is Wisdom

Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald

All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own – to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself.”   ~ Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald

Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald.

What springs to mind when you hear that name?  Jazz Age Flapper? Imbiber of champagne?  World traveler and partier extraordinaire? Famous novelist’s wife?  Mental health-challenged?

What about painter, poet, dancer, writer and rebel?

In case you’re wondering, “Well, who the heck is Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald anyway?,” she was the wife of celebrated novelist F. Scott Fitzgerald, but more importantly, a deeply committed creative in her own right.

As an English major back in the aughts, I read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Tender is the Night and The Great Gatsby like most other self-respecting beret-wearing, clove-cigarette-smoking, faux hipsters of the day, but it was Zelda I always had a deep fascination with. I knew she was a creative and did some writing, but until recently, I never knew she painted and danced as well.

What brought lovely Zelda to mind for me again recently was a local exhibit at the Cameron Art Museum here in Wilmington. My buddy Carolyn and I decided to have brunch at the museum café for the $5 mimosas (priorities, people), and since there was a current exhibit of Zelda’s paintings up, we lingered and made our way through the gallery after indulging in bacon and booze.

(Note to self:  museum guards are completely humorless.  Sheesh! Story for another day.)

Since I was about to begin a new series of creative rebel profiles here on the blog, I thought Zelda was a fitting subject for the very first.

The exhibit, called “Sometimes Madness is Wisdom: The Art of Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald,” featured 32 framed artworks created from 1927 through the late 1940s.  Interestingly, the title of the show was one she herself gave to an exhibition of her work at the Cary Ross Gallery in New York City in 1934.  

Zelda, You Rebel, You

After the taking in the exhibit I had to know more about Zelda, and the deeper I fell down the research rabbit hole, the more I fell in love with her.   

According to one source, “even as a child, her audacious behavior was the subject of Montgomery gossip.” Love that!  (I would have liked to have had that said about me – “even as a child, Kimberly’s audacious behavior was the subject of Memphis gossip,” but alas, as a child in Memphis, I was doing things like going to church with my grandparents on Sundays, and otherwise behaving like a proper southern youngster.  Yawn.  But I digress.)

As a teenager, Zelda actively flaunted the conventions of the day, drinking, smoking and hanging out with boys.  And this was in the early 1920’s, mind you.  She also loved and excelled at dance as a young girl, so the creative bug took hold early on.

Creators Gotta Create, Even When Madness Creeps In

After the success of her husband’s first novel, This Side of Paradise (1920), Zelda and Scott became instant celebrities, partying and drinking their way around the globe and hobnobbing with literary luminaries like Ernest Hemingway, John Dos Passos, Gertrude Stein, and other well-known writers, poets, artists and professional drinkers.

According to various sources, their marriage was a “tangle of jealousy, resentment and acrimony.”  Scott drank to excess; Zelda also enjoyed the drink, but didn’t slide down the slippery slope of heavy recreational drinking into alcoholism, as her husband did.

She kept a diary, which her hubs was inspired enough by to use passages from in his novels This Side of Paradise and The Beautiful and the Damned.  She also collaborated with the Mister on several short stories and articles, and wrote a few short stories and articles of her own. 

All the while fighting the demons of madness that kept her in and out of clinics, sanitoriums, and other mental health facilities throughout her adult life.   (Ok, so “demons of madness” may be a little melodramatic, but she was hospitalized multiple times for mental health issues.  Plus, what with all this reading of Scott and Zelda’s prose while researching for this post, the phrase felt appropriate.)

While she and Scott were living in Paris in 1925, she began ballet lessons, and became obsessed with the idea of becoming a ballerina, training for up to 8 hours a day.  Around 1932, while being treated at the Phipps Psychiatric Clinic in Baltimore, she wrote an autobiographical novel, Save Me the Waltz, in which she spilled the beans about her marriage to Scott, her obsession with ballet, and her nervous breakdowns.  In 1934, she began painting, working in oils, pastels, and watercolors, using dancers as a recurring theme.

This idea of needing multiple creative outlets is something I’ve noticed about many creatives I’ve known over the years – one creative outlet usually isn’t enough.  Writers paint, painters write, dancers are poets, poets are playwrights.  And so on.

As Long as I’m in the Mental Ward, I Think I’ll Write a Novel

And think about this for a minute – Zelda’s need to create was so powerful that she wrote a novel while in a psychiatric clinic.  Sure, maybe there’s a lot of uninterrupted down time to write in that situation, something every writer I know fervently craves, but she was being treated for mental illness. A wee distraction if you ask me.

In 1936, she entered the Highland Mental Hospital in Asheville, North Carolina where she painted extensively and worked on a second novel. Tragically, she died in a fire at the hospital in 1948. Her husband had descended ever deeper into alcoholism, dying in 1940 of a heart attack. 

I cannot tell a lie: I find Zelda wildly inspiring. Because despite globe-trotting across New York, Paris, Alabama and other locales the whole of her life (she’s lived in more places than even I have, and that’s saying something), mental health challenges and hospital stays, and a tumultuous marriage to an alcoholic and fellow creative, Zelda never stopped expressing her creativity.   

Something to aspire to.

I’ll leave you with one of my favorite Zelda quotes (and believe me, it was hard to choose) . . .

And only weaklings…who lack courage and the power to feel they’re right when the whole world says they’re wrong, ever lose.”

What about you? What painter, poet, artist or writer from the past has mesmerized and inspired you, and why? Let me know in the comments!


  1. Angie Weiss says

    Hi Kimberley, I enjoyed your article about Zelda. I personally was inspired to write by a well-known children’s author, Hans Christian Andersen. I don’t know much about him as a person, but his stories always made me cry. What I admired about his writing is, its ability to elicit emotion and take you (figuratively) away to far away places and situations. Okay, he did mostly write stories where the heroes were lost and forlorn. Constantly the underdogs, but they were okay by the end of the stories. With one exception maybe, The Matchbox Girl if I remember correctly she died of the cold at Christmas time, selling matches. But through her death, she was liberated from her very hard life into the eternal life of happiness. I wish I would be able to write and express myself so well that when people read my work, they too will be reduced to tears or laugh so loud that their bellies would hurt. Most of the time, I’m afraid, my writing inspires others to yawn! Oh well, I am not really as morbid as this paragraph suggests, but you asked which writer inspired me to write…

    • Hi Angie,

      Thanks so much for taking the time to comment, I appreciate it. : )

      That’s the wonderful thing about a great piece of writing — it has the power to take you to far away places, as you mention.

      You reminded me how much I l-o-v-e The Little Match Girl story — it’s long been one of my favorites; I used to read it every year at Christmas. : )

      Thanks very much for sharing your thoughts, it means alot.


  2. I never knew a thing about Zelda, although her husband’s book, The Great Gatsby, was something I read back in high school. Learning about insane creatives is truly inspiring, so thanks so much for sharing!

    I’ve always been inspired by Sylvia Plath and her tragic end to life. The Bell Jar was another piece of literature I discovered as a teenager. The writing was haunting and it was dark and it made me feel like there was another writer out there, almost totally unknown (until after she put her head in an oven) who felt both as depressed and as driven as I did sometimes, especially back then. I found even more inspiration reading her journals and poetry.

    I’m positive I’m insane, in fact I’m pretty sure everyone has a bit of insanity to them. Some people are better at adhering to social norms and quieting their crazy thoughts and urges while some people have no filter. I’d really like to get rid of my filter sometimes, be totally me without any fear of what others might think. Art and writing seems to be the answer and I’m so looking forward to my future in letting the crazy out of me!

    I’m also looking forward to reading more of your creative rebel stories! Thanks Jennifer!

    • Hi Rebekah,

      Thanks for stopping by to comment!

      I didn’t know much about Zelda either until I started doing some research after the local exhibit of her paintings I went to. I love that she was a committed creative in her own right, though her work seems to be overshadowed by that of her husband’s.

      “Insane creatives” — love it!

      About Sylvia Plath, I read “The Bell Jar” many, many years ago, and it made me feel crazy. I am not making this up, ha ha. So much so that when I was in the book store a few days ago and saw a copy of the book on a display table, I said to myself, “I’m not going to read THAT book again!” 😉

      I agree that writing, painting, and other creative activities are wonderful — and necessary — outlets for us creatives so we don’t go off the rails entirely. 🙂


  3. Hi Kimberly,

    Thank you for writing about Zelda and the insatiable urge to create, even when mental issues might interfere. My own depression has been a lifelong issue, but diving into art has helped in so many ways.

    Interesting seeing the remarks on Sylvia Plath – I also read her book as a teenager, right when I was sinking into depression. My mom said maybe I shouldn’t read that book, but she didn’t take it away. (I sometimes think maybe she should have!)

    Frida Kahlo and Vincent van Gogh are two of my biggest inspirations. They certainly always kept on creating through adversity! Frida, through her physical pain and her painful marriage, and Vincent, through his mental anguish. I think for both of them the creative urge kept them going for as long as they could.

    • Hi Lulu,

      Thanks for stopping by to comment.

      I completely agree that actively creating art, whatever the genre, can help alleviate depression.

      I too read Sylvia Plath’s book when I was quite young, and I have to say, it did have a bit of a negative impact on me. I was very impressionable at the time, but I’m still glad I read it.

      You mention Frida Kahlo and Vincent Van Gogh — I had forgotten how much physical and mental pain they each went through, and yet, look at the body of work each created. Very inspirational.

  4. Great post! Some of my favorite inspiring artists and polymaths are the great Islamic polymaths of the Islamic Golden Age. There was an exhibit in the Tech Museum in San Jose, CA which showcased many of them and their work. Talk about doing many things! Most of these people were painters, musicians, mathematicians, physicists, chemists, poets, writers, and more!
    Im also inspired by the many unnamed fiber artists in so many ages and cultures who’s names are lost to us because they were women.

    • Thanks for stopping by to comment, Kaye!

      I so admire creatives who commit themselves to several creative pursuits at once, and take each of them seriously, such as the folks you mention. I’m a writer, but I’ve always been interested in photography too, and even applied and got accepted to the School of Visual Arts photography program many years ago. Alas, I didn’t end up attending, and I’ve barely spent any time on photography over these last several years, but maybe 2017 is the year I take it up again. 🙂

  5. Pepper Hume says

    How to focus on one creative who inspired me? Can’t do it. Bradbury, Lovecraft, Wilde, Sargent, Toulouse Lautrec, Ravel, Sibelius…. However, your observation that creatives often follow more than one path does comfort me. I have so many muses to feed. I shared a link to this blog on my Facebook page.

    • Thanks for stopping by to comment.

      Yep, most of the creatives I know follow more than one creative path, which certainly does make life interesting.

      And thanks for sharing the blog post on your Facebook page, I appreciate it. 🙂

  6. Hey Kimberly,
    Another great post – you are one of my favourite blogs.

    In my youth as an artist (pre internet) I used to go to the library and get books on famous artists – I used to be completely absorbed by them (its a consequence of ‘slow reading’) and always end up wondering if i were them in a past life –

    but my favourite was Henri Rousseau – he had a habit of sleeping in his clothes and so did I

    an awesome artist

  7. jan inge fagerli says

    i would say ayn rand With her book atlas shrugged is inspirational
    the books of creative Coach eric maisel is really good.

  8. jan inge fagerli says

    Ernst jurgen this dude was paying full service in 2 world WARs was dying at the ripe age of 102 years and writing complicating books Worth investigating…. my English is so bad i do apologize

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