Modern Lovers
Today, during lunch time I went and checked out the Picasso exhibit, titled “Picasso: Masterpieces from the Musée National Picasso, Paris”. It was hosted at my local Museum of Fine Arts, and I read in the pamphlet -”Drawn from the collection of the Musée National Picasso, Paris, the landmark exhibition represents works produced throughout eight decades and every major artistic period of Pablo Picasso’s career, including 176 works from Picasso’s personal collection.”
What I learned about old Pablo, is that his real name was Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso, but he was simply known as Pablo Ruiz Picasso, that he was born in October the year 1881, died in the spring of 1973, and could make one hell of a goat sculpture.
It cost 20 bucks, and I was herded through 3 labyrinths of waiting lines, until I finally saw some of the show. It was amazing!
I spent the visit in equal parts, checking out the art and looking at people looking at Picasso. Bland people in bland clothes, the older, or the wealthier they seemed, the closer to white they wore. Old Black women dress colorfully, and women in wheelchairs stared at the written titles on the wall beside the paintings…White haired men, women in white pants, and mothers swatting childrens hands off the protective glass. I was Looking at people looking at picasso.
The Imagery was awesome, looking through the crowd, with a 70 year old painting as the backdrop of the back of 12 white people’s heads, The whole time I was looking at these people and this wonderful art, these words were running a chorus in my head – “Well the girls would turn the color Of the avacado, when he would drive Down their street in his El Dorado, He could walk down you street , and girls could not resist his stare, Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole…”
