Do we see with our eyes or do we see with our mind? Does vision go hand in hand with perception? We arrange objects according to our own aesthetic. What’s big, what’s important, what clutches our hearts are the things we talk about, write about, dance about, paint about. They are the motifs that drive us and we see the world through these lens .
Colors reflect moods. Composition brings the objects of desire to the foreground. Lines are the dance. Art is where the ego manifests itself. There is no apology or humility, and the ones who are brave enough to expose their psyche are the innovators and boundary breakers. This is what I got out of seeing the Picasso collection at the de young museum yesterday.
La Lecture, a woman reading
(A painting by Picasso)
Marie-Therese sits
A Madonna or a mountain
Cloak of black and red
Face an amethyst moon
The Moon of her face
Twin plums, one Moon
Ivory parts lilac from wine
Phase eclipsed by phase
And then the lightfall
Of her long yellow hair
To one apple green breast
And one snowy and bare
And whose mauve hand
Snakes around her waist
Hers or the Spaniard’s ego
The wrist is snared, belted
And the lines on her lap
Are a book and her sex
The ubiquity of Venus
Always Picasso’s pubic poetry