La Dame Sans Merci
Pablo Picasso - The Old Guitarist
One time when I was on mushrooms I was in a dark room with a reflective surface and suddenly this painting appeared in it and began to speak to me. I don’t remember much of what it said but the experience seemed profound to me. I remember thinking how strange it was that, of all the paintings in the world, this one appeared to me. It is not my favorite painting, not one that I often think about, or had really studied or looked at before that moment. Picasso was not my favorite artist or someone I thought about and usually wrote off his art because I had grown up seeing so much of his iconic abstract art. I do remember how somber this man seemed and the fact that I was looking into a reflective and this was temporarily who I became. I was looking into a mirror, and I realized how trapped I felt as an artist, and how I always worry about controlling the different mediums, whether or not things looked accurate or realistic, or how I didn’t have a distinct style. The more I think about this experience, the more I realize the same holds true. This painting helped guide me, and continues to help guide me. There is no need to control art, or paint things accurately, or worry about style. Art is an exploration and too much control leads to stagnation.

Pablo Picasso - The Old Guitarist

One time when I was on mushrooms I was in a dark room with a reflective surface and suddenly this painting appeared in it and began to speak to me. I don’t remember much of what it said but the experience seemed profound to me. I remember thinking how strange it was that, of all the paintings in the world, this one appeared to me. It is not my favorite painting, not one that I often think about, or had really studied or looked at before that moment. Picasso was not my favorite artist or someone I thought about and usually wrote off his art because I had grown up seeing so much of his iconic abstract art. I do remember how somber this man seemed and the fact that I was looking into a reflective and this was temporarily who I became. I was looking into a mirror, and I realized how trapped I felt as an artist, and how I always worry about controlling the different mediums, whether or not things looked accurate or realistic, or how I didn’t have a distinct style. The more I think about this experience, the more I realize the same holds true. This painting helped guide me, and continues to help guide me. There is no need to control art, or paint things accurately, or worry about style. Art is an exploration and too much control leads to stagnation.

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