As a person who does some painting, drawing, etc., I only have to look around to attest to what Picasso was talking about; looks like most of today's artists never read this piece... a piece which takes my breath away. I have a two-book set on Picasso; the first book I devoured with great relish, but the second, his later period, I literally can't even open...
Not sure how many artists would have the guts to say what he said in this piece. P. ----- Original Message ---- From: R.C.Macaulay <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, October 7, 2007 7:11:47 PM Subject: [VO]:WEAPON OF INDIFFERENCE Picasso WEAPON OF INDIFFERENCE <!-- _filtered {font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Verdana;} h1 {margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Verdana;font-weight:normal;} p.MsoBodyText, li.MsoBodyText, div.MsoBodyText {margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Verdana;} _filtered {margin:.5in .5in .5in .75in;} div.Section1 {} --> WEAPON OF INDIFFERENCE “From the moment that art ceases to be food that feeds the best minds, the artist can use his talents to perform all the tricks of the intellectual charlatan. Most people can today no longer expect to receive consolation and exaltation from art. The ‘refined’, the rich, the professional ‘do-nothings’, the distillers of quintessence desire only the peculiar; the sensational, the eccentric , the scandalous in today’s art. I myself, since the advent of Cubism, have fed these fellows what they wanted and satisfied these critics with all the ridiculous ideas that have passed through my mind. The less they understand them, the more they admire me. Through amusing myself with all these absurd farces, I became celebrated, I am rich. But when I am alone, I do not have the effrontery to consider myself an artist at all, not in the grand old meaning of the word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya were great painters. I am only a public clown_ a mountebank. I have understood my time and have exploited the imbecility, the vanity, the greed of my contemporaries. It is a bitter confession, this confession of mine, more painful than it may seem. But at least and at last it does have the merit of being honest.” Pablo Picasso, 1952
