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Happy Belated Birthday Picasso! plus poetry challenge

Posted in ART, ARTISTS BIRTHDAYS, POEM CHALLENGES with tags , , on October 26, 2010 by echostains

 It was Pablo Picasso‘s birthday yesterday (25th October 2010).  Born 1881 Malaga Spain, Picasso is probably the most innovative, exciting and original artist to have lived.  He had a long life  (1881 –   1973, Mougins, France) filled with creative output and daring.  Some have called him a genius, but most agree that he was quite an opinionated, forceful  and sometimes difficult character.  Picasso had strong opinions about  art, life, politics – everything, and he wasn’t frightened of voicing them.   Here is just a few of the artist’s quotes and a few of my own observations.  please feel free to add your own.  For more about this artist please look at my earlier post (here)

Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?

(Picasso managed to carry out all three – see his cubism period)

 
Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.

(I suppose by this, Picasso may mean that in order to create one has to throw away the maps and the rules and find your own way – tear down to build anew)

Everything you can imagine is real.

(imagination in itself is its own reality)

Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.

(being an extremely prolific artist – this was probably no idle boast 🙂

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal

(Well Picasso was certainly an individual – but then so was Matisse his closest rival – each fired up the other)

 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 

 

Joy of Life Matisse

 

Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.

La Celestina 1904 from the Blue Period

 (and colours affect the senses)
 

God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephantand the cat. He has no real style, He just goes on trying other things.

(one can only imagine how this quote was interpreted…)

He can who thinks he can, and he can’t who thinks he can’t. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.

(well observed Pablo…. and it’s easy to see which camp the artist fall into)

I have a horror of people who speak about the beautiful. What is the beautiful? One must speak of problems in painting!

(It is this way of thinking that marks Picasso out as a seeker and a striver and tells us a lot about the way he approaches art)

If all the ways I have been along were marked on a map and joined up with a line, it might represent a minotaur.

(this remark is almost Dali like :-D). 

 
 
 
 

 

self portrait 1907

 

My mother said to me, “If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.” Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.

(One of the things I most admire about Picasso is his belief in himself and it becomes obvious from where this belief sprang from…)

 Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.

(Picasso’s inquisitiveness, his search for knowledge and his wilfulness is a trademark of his)

Painting is a blind man’s profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.

(I quite like this emotive quote)

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.

( this is so true – inspiration can come from anything and anywhere, it is the ability to transform that makes us artists)

There are only two types of women – goddesses and doormats.

(an unfortunate opinion – but true of the artist.  The muses start as Goddesses, but end as doormats as new muses are found)
When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.

 (this makes me smile – the idea of Picasso going down like a huge ship!  The artist’s own self-importance and self belief though egotistical never cease to amaze me! His ego and talent are of equal proportion!)

 
You mustn’t always believe what I say. Questions tempt you to tell lies, particularly when there is no answer.

(There we have it – Picasso cannot resist having his say, sometimes just for the sake of saying something.  However, there is a lot of truth in some of his comments and he has left us this legacy (….and the task of sorting the wheat from the chaff)

POETRY CHALLENGE

To commemorate Picasso’s birthday there is another Poetry Challenge over on Bookstains!  This time the inspiration comes from Picasso’s Weeping Woman.  Please click the woman for details of how to join in! 

 
 
 
 
 

 

Weeping woman 1937 by Picasso

Quotes from this website – with thanks!

 

 

Images from here  here and here and here and here and here with thanks! 

PS There’s a lovely Memorial Haiku page over on the HAIKUDOODLE blog.  Please remember loved ones and contribute a Haiku 🙂

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Poetry Challenge: Vincent could have told you

Posted in haiku, POEM CHALLENGES, POETRY with tags , , , on September 1, 2010 by echostains

 

Just Click the Van Gogh image to take you to the video

Everyone has heard Starry Starry Night By Don Mclean,  the beautiful song about Vincent Van Gogh.  There is a line in it which says:_

But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you…….

(here’s the song I mean – also called ‘Vincent’)

The challenge is to watch the very short video that features all Van Gogh’s self-portrait and imagine what the artist might be trying to convey through these portraits – in other words if he could speak – what do you think he would he want to say to us?  Alternatively you could just write a poem about Van Gogh the man or his work.  The poem can be as profound as you want, or as daft as you like:)  it can be long, short or even a haiku. Put it on your site and link to mine and  I’ll make a page putting all the poems dedicated to this on my blog with a link to yours.   (You can copy and paste the image if you want).  The title of the poem is ‘Vincent could have told you’ That’s the challenge!  Are you up for it?

Please post your poems either under comments – or if you prefer sent me an email and I’ll put them on.

Here’s the first of the poems!  this one is by Kserverny aka Artswebshow.  please check out his blog it’s fantastic!

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Oh why did the ladies never love me.

.

As i sit here in my velvet chair.

Chains of smoke swirl around me.

My dinner left lingering by the door.

Painting for the purpose of inner peace.

My thoughts, they say.

Oh why did the ladies never love me?

Life looks back in fall.

.

Relying for my income on dear little brother.

Oh the shame, it makes me insane.

I burn and cut for you people.

Yet none will look my way.

Stewing in my little bed.

Oh why did the ladies never love me?

Life looks back in fall.

.

The tormented candle flickers softly now.

Obsessive working grips me tight.

No interest gained off local peers.

I fear my end is in sight.

I softly said.

Oh why did the ladies never love me?

Life looks down in winter.

.

People tread upon the floor.

Above the sunflowers fill them with awe.

Such a valuable epiphany,

Of a time travelled long before.

The painting remains silent.

Ladies flock around him.

Standing proudly on the wall.

 

POEM NO: 2 is by bended spoon who has a very upbeat and positive website – guaranteed to raise a smile (this is the second time he’s made my day!  Please check him out:)

ugh

Van Gogh

are you aware

what you have put me through?

well, echostains

invited me to a poetry challenge

though i am not a poet.

but for the fun of it

here it is.

i see that you are obsessed

with your myriad faces.

don’t tell me you’re not

why paint a lot?

kidding aside,

i admire you man

we both lack self-confidence

but still we want to give happiness.

so i guess what you are trying to say

in your self-portraits is,

‘no sense in taking thy own life

for thy own life has sense’.

Poem No:3 is by Linda Kruschke who has a lovely homely and welcoming blog!  please check it out:)

Vincent Could Have Told You

Faces change
My face changes
With the seasons
With my mood
I paint a changing me

But I remain
Beneath the face
What I call God
That which is love
It does not change

Poem No:4 is by Debbie Feller whose blog has ‘simple poems  and simple faith’ please check it out!

I paint from the mirror
turning away to hide
my bad side
the eyes remain
unchanged
.

Poem No:5 is by opoetoo who has a great blog full of poetry and musings – please give it a visit and you won’t be disappointed!

Ground /between stones

I feel the world turn

In your face

Of  clay on canvas

…………………………Rotating

………Pushing

up through the hard ground

Corn for crows to pluck and pillage

……………………… Corn enough

to feed the wonder of this planet

 

Poem No: 6 is by Adam Dustus who is a novelist, poet and graphic artist.  He has a very well established blog and there’s lots to interest poets, writers and artists alike!  Well worth a visit!

Light stricken, anxious eyes
Painting beautiful expressions sublime
Puddling tears that Starry Night
Too late, my work now recognized

Could not foresee what happened to me
Now millions on sales tags
Downloads to computer screens
Broadcasts of honors in stellar HD
Even documentaries all about me
Scandals, art thieves,
Dedicated museum wings
Sunflower posters
Mass produced grief… 

 

Yet curation now kind
Since I razed my prime
They think priceless being
A tortured mind

Only my faces and work survive
Absinthesizing swirls refined
Depression claimed another life
Still art without end
Beyond my time

 

Poem No: 7  is from Steve whose blog ‘Heednotsteve’  has a bit about everything (but mostly fiction and poetry).  its a good one so please give it a visit!

I know you

or at least
I know
your face

pale forehead
and faint brow,
high cheeks

your somber face

the contours
and creases
of it

backwards to me, convenient

set mouth
and the eyes,
I know the eyes

unflinching – I’ve never seen them closed

I know
your face

your sad
serious
face

hopeful and doubtful

as if
I might tell you
something

about you

as if you might
by patient
scrutiny

know me

PoemNo:8 is by Fireblossom.  Her blog Shay’s word garden is full of original poetry.  Check it out!

Vince, hi.

Um…

What? Oh, I’m fine. You’re sweet to ask.

So…

What up?

“Dawg”. Ha ha.

Are you, like, still doing drawings and stuff?

Yeah? You’re pretty good. Seriously, dude.

You should, like, maybe take a class or something.

Have you ever signed up for an art class? No?

I think the community college offers them.

I took, I don’t know, some computer thing there once…it was okay, I guess.

I met Rick there.

Yeah, Rick, this guy I’m seeing, or like, we’re hanging out and that.

Look, Vince, I need to tell you,

You’re a nice guy and all. Some girl is out there for you.

No kidding, a lot of girls really like beards. For real!

My friend, she’s totally all about dudes who look like these mountain men or something.

Hey, I didn’t mean…

It looks good. No lie.

But, Vince,

I’m not really into art or that, and Rick, he’s kind of into the whole surfer, keg party thing.

Well, what I mean is,

Um…

Here’s your ear.

I wrapped it in, I don’t know, this napkin from Chicken Shack.

I didn’t, like, use it at all, it’s clean.

Maybe they can re-attach it?

But dude, seriously,

Don’t, like, send me the other one or anything, you know?

It’s gross, I have to be honest with you.

Really thoughtful,

But,

Gross. As hell.

What were you thinking?

Oh, c’mon,

Don’t go all crumpled looking,

My dog does that and I can’t deal.

He’s at my mom’s now…

Well, I know, like you care, right? I just ramble, whatever.

Sorry.

So, check out those art classes.

Maybe you could even sell one of your paintings?

Use the money to buy a new jacket or something.

Good luck, Vince.

I gotta run, Rick hates it if I keep him waiting.

Peace, out.

And no more ears!

Later, dude!

(walk

walk

walk

keys

car door slamming

engine starting

lipstick adjustment in rearview mirror)

*sigh*

What a fucking nut case!

Poem No: 9 is our first Haiku and its contributed by the wonderful Eva from the equally wonderfully artistic and poetical blog  47whitebuffaloThere’s lots of goodies there – please call in:)

eyes catching light play

all ways fleeting here to there

oranges splashing blues