Pablo Picasso - Bull (1945)
About Picasso’s series:
“Pablo Picasso created ‘Bull’ around the Christmas of 1945. ‘Bull’ is a suite of eleven lithographs that have become a master class in how to develop an artwork from the academic to the abstract. In this series of images, all pulled from a single stone, Picasso visually dissects the image of a bull to discover its essential presence through a progressive analysis of its form. Each plate is a successive stage in an investigation to find the absolute ‘spirit’ of the beast.”
I think I feel like this sometimes.
Early Chagall VS…
Herbert List, Reflections of St. Marco, Venice, 1953
‘When a poet’s mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience; the ordinary man’s experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. The latter falls in love, or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter or the smell of cooking. In the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.’
(The Metaphysical Poets, T. S. Eliot.)
I was thinking about this T. S. Eliot quote, and his poetry in general in relation to collage, the principles of collage, particularly that last bit - the idea about ‘forming new wholes.’ I was thinking of Max Ernst but it was all wrong, looking at Ernst and thinking about Eliot. I was stretching how I felt about Eliot in order to fit a (tenuous, barely thought out) idea of his work. Anyway, thinking of Ernst was just a lazy comparison, revealing nothing.
Then suddenly I remembered Andre Kertesz, the Hungarian photographer. I remembered that looking at his photographs for the first time I was reminded of Eliot without really thinking (which is key): they seem to speak the same language to me; a language that acts directly on the nervous system. Ernst’s early collages, in contrast, speak like Beckett.
There is much more to be said here.