Picasso - was he a genious?

For some time I have been walking to and fro thinking what post should I write next. It was not an easy idea, 'cause how long am I going to ramble on art and being an artist. I don't want to bore you to death with my musings. This time I want to tell you about a book written by Marina Picasso titeled "My grandpa Picasso". The book I read not long ago as a kind of break from what I did  this year. The reading stuff is full of pain and disappointment. It was not what I expected. At the university it was hammered into my mind that Picasso was a genious with broadened horizons, a hard-working artist. In the book by his granddaughter he is depicted as a weirdo, avoing everyone, a monster depriving his partners of life powers. The anguish of Picasso's granddaughter is so great and deep that inside you feel how the world was wrong about that gigantic creator. I feel sorry for Marina - the truth is always painful - but she got what she hadn't been waiting for - a great fortune inherited from Marina's grandpa. (part of which she got rid of). She used that heap of money to set up an orphanaged for Vietnamese children - 2 of them Marina adopted herself. In this way she wanted to compensate for her life deprived of love and safety. At the end you want to ask yourself - Was it really worth it? The question is left unanswered.

Below you see one of my paintings done in acrilic paint, 50x70 cm, on a wooden board. It shows Amsterdam, one of its canals. Everything what I am trying to present to you is from my thesis that took place this year in September. Actually this painting I gave somebody as a gift.

Happy Tuesday

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