when you begin a picture, you often make some pretty discoveries. You must be on guard against these. Destroy it, do it over several times. With each destruction of a beautiful discovery, the artist does not really suppress it, but rather transforms it, condenses it, makes it more substantial. What comes out in the end is the result of discarded finds. Otherwise you become your own connoisseur. After all, i don't buy my own pictures.
Man, this book was awesome. Picasso, the sad, wallowing genius that he was had the insight of a philosopher-king. It seems that he was always keenly aware of his intentions. ANd it was his intentions that made him such a strong and provocative artist. He knew what art was by the age of 14, and with that knowledge began a furtive journey to manipulate our understandings into simplicity of form, so that there would not be so much bureaucracy about the mundanity of details, but rather the presence of what Art is supposed to mean:
the different styles i have been using in my art must not be seen as an evolution, or as steps towards an unknown ideal of painting. Everything i have ever made was made for the present and with the hope that it will always remain in the present. I have never had time for the idea of searching. Whenever i have wanted to express something, i have done so with out thinking of the past or the future. I have never made radically different experiments. Whenever i have wanted to say something, i have said it in such a way as i believed i had to. Different times inevitably require different methods of expression. This does not imply either evolution or progress, but it is a matter of following the idea one wants to express and the way in which one wants to express it.
Art pieces do not have a meaning that can be derived. If it could be spoken in words that is the way it would come about. Interpretation is internal, hence Picasso's Hegelian notion of his artwork being substantial in its presence and universal for its eternal relation to that presence. He defied style and let the muse speak for him, or rather the muse channeled through him and he relented his style, his fame, his arduor for her beauty:
you can really only ever work against something. Even against oneself. That is very important. Most painters get out their little cake-tins and they start making cakes. The same cakes, agianst and again. And they are very happy with them. A painter should never do what people expect of him. Style is the wrost element of the painter. Art does not find its style until they are dead. It is always stronger.
The secret to Picasso was that he found more important the structure, the research and experiment within the painting than he found the crux of the painting, the insight. He was a scientist. He was conducting experiments and deriving formulas and proofs by a process of patient acceptance of the form which translated into the piece of art:
I cannot bear people who talk about Beauty. What is Beauty? In painting you have to talk about problems! Paintings are nothing but research and experiment. I never paint a picture as a work of art. Everything is research. I keep researching, and in this constant enquiry there is a logical development.
That is why he was a genius, because he respected the canvas as an organism, and his painting came about from a steady unleashing of its life force; he let the painting become itself:
It is my misfortune--and probably my delight--to use things as my passions tell me. What a miserable fate for a painter who adores blondes to have to stop himself putting them into a picture because they don't go with the basket of fruit! How awful for a painter who loathes apples to have to use them all the time because they go with the cloth. I put all the things i like into my pictures. The things--so much the worse for them; they just have to put up with it.
This book chronicles Picasso's life through his paintings. What makes him a genius and how he managed to stay in the game by always remaining constantly aware. Even as his personal life deformed into a madness thanks to the war and his relationship problems, picasso was able to form the life of his genius into a chronicle of historical notion, nothing was gained more than an infinite sense of humanity which Picasso found constantly in discovering his paintings.
Walther shows, for instance in "Female Nude and SMoker," “the way in which the two people's eyes meet and their hands touch shows that the act of painting had become a substitute for the act of sexual intercourse. Thus, by means of his art, Picasso revealed to us his current state of mind. In this picture the painter has become a voyeur, but his glances are no longer passionate or irresistible, and the model is now able not only to withstand it, but also to return it, as if she was accusing the artist of using the female body so frequently in his art. It seems that painting was the only relic of days gone by, because nothing else that used to give him satisfaction was still at his disposal--nothing except his art. Under the guise of the painter-and-model theme Picasso gave a personal justification for his indefatigable creativity: the picture was meant to prove that he was still alive.”
And because of his success, he is still alive today.