With a free day on my hands — a bonus vacation day thrown in at the last minute — I made sure to go to the Picasso Sculpture show I’d been promising myself for months I would see.
What a delight!
Because he never studied sculpture, he felt free to do what he liked; and what he liked broke barriers — and was damn funny, too.
It doesn’t seem so innovative now; but then: what was this? A painting? A sculpture? A sculpture that wasn’t whole? It was challenging people.
A poodle, no?
A bull’s head made out of a bicycle seat and handlebars:
This created at the height of the war, when he was sneaking around, banned by the Nazis. He carried this sculpture in the dark of night to be fired, and that’s why it looks like it was done so hurriedly and haphazardly. A man carrying a lamb, too. Coincidence?
People are funny.
I loved this one. A spigot-headed, spade-tailed bird.
His son’s toy becomes the head of a monkey:
The she-goat, of course.
A bonus surprise: I ran into Bill and Derek, randomly!
A chair, not for sitting.
People are funny.
