The rain in Span fell mainly in the Picasso Museum courtyard, as I ventured in to see the Picasso collection, El factor grotesco, which featured grotesque art in characterizations of people, either solo or in groups, and the archeological findings that are located beneath the buildings that give evidence that the city has roots in Phoenician, Roman and Moorish life.
The museum is only steps away from where Picasso was born and within eyesight of the cathedral of his baptism.
Picasso’s artwork has always fascinated me because I wondered what he was thinking when he painted people showing both the front and the side of their heads with eyes off center. How could he not see that eyes are side-by-side?
His own interpretation of his art is that he wanted to shake people up and make them get out of their comfort zone.
Writer Gertrude Stein, one of his ardent supporters and patron of his work, explained his work might demonstrate how a baby looks at his mother. A baby will see only part of his mother at one time. He’ll see one eye, and perhaps her nose, and all very close. This is a summarized statement as I didn’t have pen and notebook with me to get her exact quote, but it made sense to me.
After I thought about what she said, I began to look at the work a bit differently.
If you close one eye, you will not see all that the other eye sees, as an example of seeing things in another way.
One work that stood out for me was the “Woman With Raised Arms”. It was a painting inspired by Dora Marr, his companion (one of many throughout the years, I might add), and is made of circular motions in blues and yellows.
The museum had rooms full of Picasso collection, both from his early work and the later work, as well.
The other temporary collection made me laugh. It was all about grotesque and humorous interpretations of art. A sculpture with a few men hysterical laughing while sitting on stair steps, and, with one man completely falling off the steps on to the floor with his feet up in the air, really caught my attention. I wanted in on the joke.
I wasn’t allowed to take photos inside but I picked this one up from a website.
Then one that really and truly caught my attention reminds me a bit of my family reunion and our games of charade, where we make up the rules as the game goes on.
I enjoyed the time at the museum, even though I felt very weak, and luckily found the coffee shop that sold fresh squeezed orange juice.
I came back to my hotel room, and Monica, the woman in charge of rooms, came in with fresh sheets and pillow cases. She’s a dear, sweet lady from the Czech Republic. She has been in Malaga for sixteen years and considers it her home.