Showing posts with label Picasso. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Picasso. Show all posts

Friday, September 23, 2011

September 23, 2011

Courage.  I wanted to wait a while after September 11 to write about courage.  We cannot be reminded enough of the courage of the first responders on 9/11, and especially of the courage of the passengers and crew of Flight 93, who with no prior knowledge, or training, or psychological support, gave their lives to save others with only minutes of warning.  And it is the duty of the true artist to be courageous, and to inspire.  Puccini , Picasso, all the great artists inspire the noble.  Wednesday I saw the opera Heart of a Soldier, which tells the true story of Rick Rescorla, a British born Vietnam vet, who as head of security for Morgan Stanley saved 2,700 lives in the South Tower on 9/11.  It is also the story of his lifelong friendship with fellow soldier Dan Hill, who converted to Islam and fought with the Mujahadeen in Afghanistan.  And it is the story of Rick's late life romance with his second wife, Susan.  A beautiful opera, the best in this new century so far.

Friday, August 19, 2011

August 19, 2011

Artists are often inspired by other disciplines.  For me it is painting.  I literally hear music when I look at a great painting.  The Gertrude Stein Collection at SF MOMA, and the Picasso Museum show at the De Young, are two of the most inspiring shows I've ever seen.  As Picasso liked to boast, he had the best Picasso collection on the planet.  And with the Stein show, there is also a lot of Matisse, who Picasso adored.  In fact, each thought the other was the best.  (As Frank used to declare Tony the one.  I used to think that was false modesty, but now I know it wasn't).  "Art is the lie that tells the truth".  Picasso.