Doing Art 2: Picasso et al



It seems that this particular Poster Girl, Nude Woman in a Red Armchair, caused a lot of problems when the publicity department of the galleries got her put up in Edinburgh Airport. Some lady passengers (and I do mean ladies as opposed to post-feminist women) complained about the nudity. Goodness me, it's Art! Moreover, it's Internationally Famous Art!!
They even put a "white vinyl cover" over her (or just her breasts?) but finally relented and restored her to the eyes of the public.
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In the grounds of the SGMA |

My personal tastes aren't as wide ranging as Alice's (Damien Hirst, for the love of god!) so I was expecting lots of weird modern stuff from Picasso, like his ghastly Weeping Woman. But I have to admit, some of it I actually liked.

When his cubist paintings were first seen in Britain in 1910, G K Chesterton described one of them as "a piece of paper on which Mr Picasso has had the misfortune to upset the ink and tried to dry it with his boots". A snidey way of trying to seem clever.
A recent review is more favourable! "English critical opinion struggled to make sense of Picasso, to normalise him. They never could. The superman is above all norms". What do you think?

The painting though, called Source, is a Picasso!
So there was a surprise.

Same impulse.
Art appreciation starts early.

The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."
You do not play things as they are."
The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."
Are changed upon the blue guitar."
The above was a rather narrow escape from a lengthy losing (by Alice) of my intended plot. Phew...

Then we had a final stroll round the Life Mounds after closing time.
But that wasn't the end of it! With her Friends' membership, we were able to go back for a more leisurely browse a while later on - but as you can see, the season had definitely turned, so the tea and cake had to be indoors. If you look carefully at my reflection in the teapot, you can see I'm still smiling.