Yeyyy I bought a new book about Picasso. Like Manet, Valéry, Chekhov, Mahler or Faulkner. Little feasts. Emerald and pearls. Each time.
Why would I quit good guys like these, even if some are real toxic (Faulkner is so great that it kills me, Picasso is too prolific and multiple, Mahler too difficult, too subtle, Valéry impossibly clever)? I won’t. I’m hungry all the time – and to be disturbed is interesting!
These artists (and the books about them) made like… a free reservoir of ideas! In a way, this is generous, right?…
For an example, I chose here… Picasso, found a pattern, a seed to think about.
Watch this : when he was 15 he painted the church scene, at 19 the second one, at 21 he painted the blue one, at 26 the lady with the fan, the cubist mandolin at 29, and the running ladies at 31 years old. And he lived 91 years!
One of the funny magnifier to use with art is progress. We see here a man being a great artist as a teen, learning how to forget how to paint, to use his mood (sad blue), influences (African masks), analysis (deconstructing with cubism), then here… going back to representing things, but in another way : joyously, with exaggeration of gestures and bodies, with a clever way to be childish too.
Picasso always said he spent his life to unlearn how to draw.
I wanted to write an article about this structure :
Once you navigated into avant-garde, how do you come back to good old forms? I mean HOW? With a new freedom? Casualness? Science?
Why would you do that? A restart? A milestone? A pause? (It’s an article, right?)
Where do you see this pattern? In music? In cinema? Teaching? Learning? Writing?
What’s the structure? Pushing a lever then pulling it back? Taking risks then no more?
What kind of a LOOP (quit academicism, go back to it with something else. What?) is it? What are loops (oh, another article!)?
I like to read about Art, maybe more than watching it. Maybe yeah I’m an astronomer, not an astronaut… I love to talk about all these. Sometimes I have The Rilke Syndrome – Familiarity Problem.
OK I’m sorry. This is not an article, this is a mess. Sharing brings joy. Now I go back to my book. Or to Mike Oldfield’s Amarok (oh, another article!).
To your good health!
Thanks for reading.