Because
you saw something different
so long ago, a collection of African masks
at an exhibit in Paris,
art slid sideways
into the new.
All your classical training,
the blue period, the rose period,
transformed.
You challenged yourself
to make images
never before seen.
Called decadent, the scribblings of a child,
you did not care.
You made art.
After the bombing of civilians at Guernica,
you made art.
Pablo Picasso, "Guernica" (1937, Wikipedia)
So when we spent a month in Paris already ten years ago, we visited a small studio on the Left Bank where Picasso once lived. We saw for ourselves where he painted "Guernica," the very room not quite big enough for the scale of this painting; the canvas so large it had to be tilted at an angle to fit into his studio.
Picasso's studio is now a tiny museum filled with paintings, drawings, and sculptures, even including his clay cups, created in amazingly diverse forms. We also visited the larger Picasso Museum with a very formal array of paintings from every period. Even today, I marvel at his creativity and his growth as an artist.
Read more about Picasso's studio and the Picasso Museum or visit the Picasso Museum in Paris at Wikipedia
2 comments:
How awesome, Beth! Thank you so much for opening a window and my eyes! You have enriched my morning taking me to places I have never been. Love it! HUGS <3
Lovely, lovely poem, Beth, and interesting details about Picasso. Did not know the canvas was so much larger than the studio. Tilted, hmm..how incredibly interesting. Oh, yes, I do love poetry month.
Kare
Post a Comment