There is a line stuck in my brain over the years; from work-in-progress readings of Maree Dawes' book.
The horns in his head
locked into the holes
It's all about the Minotaur, Picasso and his women ...
I'm not sure if that's an exactly correct quote,but it works for me.
Olga in an Armchair, 1918
Marie-Therese Walter, 1937
Portrait of Dora Maar, 1937.
Portrait of Francoise, 1946.
He's a nasty piece of work on the domestic front, and yet he immortalises his lovers into manifestations that you can actually smell in galleries when you venture close enough, decades after their death. By the hardy, cliff-hanger existence of loving him and suffering him, these women live forever.
Our very own Albany girl, Maree Dawes, wrote Picasso's Women. This weekend she features on Poetica (Radio National).
"The poems are lusty and riley and describe the treacherous position of Picasso’s women," says Donna Ward.
Lie on the lounge room floor and turn up the radio. Let it fall all over you. This is juicy poetry; dynamic, arythmic and gorgeous. This Saturday 3 pm.