Taking the PISS out of PI-ca-SS-o
‘No one ever called Pablo Picasso an arsehole’ says the line from that song in Repo Man. I certainly wouldn’t dare call him that, knowing so little about his private life, but in New Zealand we take the P-I-S-S out of people and Pablo’s last name is an absolute gem for doing such.
When I was lurking around Te Papa, the National Museum, preparing the revelation of Kuri’s Big OE gone wrong, they had an exhibition featuring a Picasso. I wondered how the featured picture would have evolved from a number of coloured swirls in the mind of Picasso the man. The evolution was swift, starting with a Janus-face, swirling almost formed, nearly formed, and voila Taking the Piss out of Picasso.
The original is in a 3-metre by 300 mm scroll painted both sides – my poor attempt at a Bayeux Tapestry of my spiritual journey to date. More on the scroll later…
Acrylic, gouache, watercolour and collage on A4 photocopy paper, 2006
Kaitiaki: Te Papa, Wellington (at a later date)
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