We are all Picassos

We are all Picassos.

Todas y todos somos picassos.
My DNA is digital
my besos are analogue
I spin through space
two eyes here
two mouths there
the mother displaced, distorted, missing in Michigan
the father invisible, drowned,
dismembered on the canvas of fertile grandmothers
I arrived piece by piece across the migrant spectrum of soul
I will be buried and the earth will be whole again and again
My fate is twisted, a twister, a storm of tenderness
My days are here with you
My nights become DNA,
I spin and float reassemble
myself in your bodies
I ghost other worlds
parallel soul parking
fitting carefully between two bodies

My love is DNA
my hate is analogue
Borderless not wireless
My head leans against the head of Coalicue
My ears are pounded by the drumming
of wars plummeting through my skin
We are all artists
our tongues the brush
our veins the palette of colors
the rio bravo pleading to jump tracks
and wash herself of the maquiladora blood
Picasso made flesh offerings for our eyes to see
Guadalupe buried our placenta in her cries
Today is the day I will eat prickly pears with lemon and chile
smile against the sun
know that everything and everyone I love
will burst from my pores and my senses will make clouds
free the rain from the prison of pipes, asphalt and dams
Two or three more world wars
Ten, twenty, thirty revolutions
Where we disarm the men with guns and pigmentation
we'll get it right
we'll figure out how to be together
dance and not damn ourselves together
Wind
Water
Land
Our bodies return whole to the spiderweb,
gently feed the cosmos...

We are all picassos

We are all Picassos.

Todas y todos somos picassos.

My DNA is digital

my besos are analogue

I spin through space

two eyes here

two mouths there

the mother displaced, distorted, missing in Michigan 

the father invisible, drowned,

dismembered on the canvas of fertile grandmothers

I arrived piece by piece across the migrant spectrum of soul

I will be buried and the earth will be whole again and again

My fate is twisted, a twister, a storm of tenderness

My days are here with you

My nights become DNA,

I spin and float reassemble

myself in your bodies

I ghost other worlds

parallel soul parking

fitting carefully between two bodies

My love is DNA

my hate is analogue

Borderless not wireless

My head leans against the head of Coatlicue

My ears are pounded by the drumming

of wars plummeting through my skin

We are all artists

our tongues the brush

our veins the palette of colors

the rio bravo pleading to jump tracks

and wash herself of the maquiladora blood

Picasso made flesh offerings for our eyes to see

Guadalupe buried our placenta in her cries

Today is the day I will eat prickly pears with lemon and chile

smile against the sun

know that everything and everyone I love

will burst from my pores and my senses will make clouds

free the rain from the prison of pipes, asphalt and dams

Two or three more world wars

Ten, twenty, thirty revolutions

Where we disarm the men with guns and pigmentation

we'll get it right

we'll figure out how to be together

dance and not damn ourselves together

Wind 

Water

Land 

Our bodies return whole to the spiderweb,

gently feed the cosmos...

Picasso painted as he lived

 

Picasso 1926-1939: From Minotaur to Guernica by Josep Palau i Fabre

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


In Picasso 1926-1939: from Minotaur to Guernica, Josep Palau I Fabre tracked and linked Picasso's daily output of paintings, drawings, etchings, scultptures, collages, poems and other artwork reflecting almost a chronology of his intimate, private and at times public life. A Herculean task, Palau i Fabre provides unusual insights into the creative dynamics and cultural process that is named Picasso. Covering approximately 12 years of Picasso's life and work, Palau documents over 1300 pieces of art produced by Picasso. From the monumental piece "Guernica," including dozens of preparatory pieces that are masterpieces in and of themselves, to pencil drawings on pieces of matchboxes, Palau highlights the connections and the circuits between Picasso's art and the women in his life. "Guernica" was a commissioned painting (about 11 by 25 feet) that became a homage to the city namesake that was carpet bombed during the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939) and a continuing outcry against all war.

In From Minotaur to Guernica, Palau shows how Picasso wove his personal struggles into his artwork and in the process made art and culture that took on a life of their own. Palau links Picasso's art to Picasso's daily strife and tribulations, marriage, love affairs, politics, cultural developments, interpersonal relationships, war and nationality.

Picasso created a new way of seeing art, transforming and creating new spatial dimensions or illusions on a canvass. Picasso's art and life still continue turning heads, being contradictory, controversial, contorted, communist even, utopian, cubist, cartoonish, animated, childish, whole, full, intoxicating. Picasso showed that you can edit an image, much like a writer cuts and pastes words or sentences, and rework an idea over and over, with each iteration a stand alone piece. Fascinatingly detailed, this book is for individuals that want to learn from Picasso's method, his contributions that continuing impacting artistic production.



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