Monday, 14 January 2013 @23:12
"If I don’t have red, I use blue."
Necessity and creativity.
Can colours teach us a new existential philosophy, expecially in times of recession? Maybe.
But the lesson I learned, while touring Picasso’s exhibition in Milano with little Ashi, two years old, was another one. I thought Ashi would be immediately taken by Picasso’s paintings: aren’t the coulours, the lines, the way of "translating" the world so very similar to the way a child paints? Well, she wasn’t. Fascinated, I mean. She moaned and grumbled all the way: Picasso’s effort to paint as a child ("It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint as a child") was too similar to her own, too confusing, too chaotic. Why is the man’s face green? Where is the mouth? Where are the eyes? Is that a kiss? So perplexed that, at home, when I asked her do to a drawing for me, she punched without hesitation the paper with a pen (a Fontana’s fake?), and gave it to me without a word. Well, that’s Ashi’s first steps into contemporary art. I imagine we still have time.
Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!
I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.