I absolutely love Vancouver, Canada! I had the pleasure of visiting a dear friend there recently, and one of the things we did was go to the Vancouver Art Gallery to check out an exhibition called “Picasso: The Artist and His Muses”. This shined a whole new light on Picasso for me, because the show focused on the six women he had fallen in love with in his life, and how each one was instrumental in shaping his art.
It was interesting, but not surprising, to discover that each one was younger than the last. And quite often his relationships would overlap, much to the women’s chagrin. But each one was uniquely influential with regard to his work. And while we may look back and judge that he treated them very badly for the most part, he must have made some sort of an impact because two of them committed suicide after his death, and those suicides were attributed, rightly or wrongly, to grieving for him.
Needless to say, the bulk of the exhibit consisted of nudes, sculptures, and portraits of these women. Here’s what I want to know: If you’re in a relationship with an artist, and he says he’s going to do a portrait of you, and when it’s done, both your eyes are on one side of your face, and your nose is where your mouth is supposed to be, are you flattered?
I’m not sure I would be. Just sayin’.
Of course, having an artist of this magnitude want to create something simply because you are who you are is quite an honor. And I’m sure he didn’t actually see these women literally the way he depicted them on canvas, but still… don’t women already have enough self-image issues without having the boyfriend piling on to that degree? Sheesh.