Rummaging through Netflix the other night I came across Picasso and Braque Go to the Movies, a short documentary on how the birth of motion picture influenced the artists in their expressions. Picasso and Braque impressed the concept of movements on the flat surface. Like the folding and unfolding of the pleated bellow of the accordion and the Spanish fan, a woman’s turning face was not dissected but presented in a continuous, fluid manner. Cubism all of a sudden no longer sounded cold and abstract to me, but full of energy and passion. And art is passion. How did I think it could be otherwise?
