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Originally Posted by Crowbob
There’s a very old B&W film piece wherein Picasso was commissioned to draw on a pane of clear glass anything he wanted for a brief time like an hour or whatever (I’m not clear about the details of the event). He agreed but required the piece to be destroyed afterwards. In doing so, Picasso made the film itself a piece of art.
The film shows him behind the glass, facing the camera with some kind of marker in hand and furiously drawing spontaneously without effort. The first few minutes created one thing but as the camera rolls, the image becomes something totally different. Live action, ad-lib art!
I’ll look for the video.
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I'd love to see that. I read he would make drawings like when at a restaurant, one time on the whole tablecloth, then destroy them before he left.
I went to the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam in 1980 and that was a treat. There was also an exhibit at the de Young in Golden Gate Park that was like a mini version. There was even an immersive experience in SF that was fun:
https://vangoghsf.com/
Van Gogh is one of my favorites, although my knowledge of art is tiny. My main thing is Inuit art. Which reminds me I need to order a 2026 calendar...
Don McLean wrote such a touching song in "Vincent." I think he really captured it.
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy, linen land
Now, I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will