A sad and empty man
Last night, my hubby and I came home around 11:15pm. We were simply too tired to even play with the dogs for a few minutes (we do that upon arriving home because they are always so full of joy upon our arrival each day). My hubby lay catatonic, too tired to go to the bathroom to change to his boxers and freshen up before calling it a night. I decided to let him be for a few minutes more while I scanned the channels.
And that was how I got to "see" a man whose work fascinates me for as long as I can remember but whose treatment of women I totally abhor! (btw, Im also a Mattisse and a Van Gogh fan!)
Im talking about Picasso. I finally got to see Surviving Picasso in HBO (a movie that interested me immensely because Im an avid Sir Anthony Hopkins fan and I missed watching it during its run in 1996.)
I do believe that for all the beautiful, "thinking" images Picasso created, he was empty inside or just so full of himself. Empty because I do believe that men who constantly try to "validate" themselves with "conquests" are just "empty, old, sad men." Full of himself because for him to think and demand that he be your "universe" is simply too much for a "normal" woman to take.
Here was a thing called "love" all twisted in ways you will never recognize unless you are in the business of hating yourself and do not have the gall to kill yourself so you opt for a slow death like having Picasso in your life.
The movie critics were right. The movie "attempts" to delve into the psyche of Picasso but fails miserably to credibly present his case. It was just a movie about the women whose spirits he had "broken" (just like his paintings) in ways only he can. Sad, broken women for an empty old man.
I finished the movie at 2:30am. I simply cannot reconcile until now the man whose works I so admire from the man depicted in the movie who takes from the women he professes to love not just their pride, their sense of self but their very souls.
Was it worth losing sleep over? Im a Hopkins fan ever since I heard him say "Clarice!" Hopkins was his usual best despite a "wanting" storyline... and Picasso?
Im no nearer understanding the man or his work though the latter I believe will continue to fascinate me.
posted by RantGirl @ 2:39 PM
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2 Comments:
Loving Friend -
Your thoughts and reactions are absolutely right.
But then there is always an inevitable, inalienable sort of a possessive demon in every genius - possessing not for his good for the good of the possessed one.
And by the way, an anecdote from his excellent life -
When someone asked him to redo a painting of his for him, he said: ' I will do it for you - but it would be doing and not a redoing. Nothing can be replicated and everything is a new creeation!'
Another thing amusing from his life -
when in the later part of his life, somebody asked as to how he was not painting any then.
Picasso retorted: Yesterday I had made love to my wife. You would not know it and that does not mean that I had stopped making love to my wife!
Give the due to the man who created the sumbol of Peace! - the Pigeon and named his daughter after that - Columbine!
Admire the backdrop of your bog.
Love & Best Wishes!
thank you my friend for taking time to post your thoughts on the matter. :)
i truly agree. picasso still has my deepest admiration for the works he had ceated but not for the life he lives. for the last few days after having posted my thoughts on the matter in my blog, i had quite a difficult time separating the man from his work... but i guess that is what genius is all about - it has to come from somewhere (though most borders in dark areas i dare not go) and probably his came from the very women he claimed to have loved.
art in all its forms is something that lifts me up. works like picasso's never fail to make me reflect on love, life and living.
thank you for the visit :)
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