Arte al bar: Pablo Picasso
- Dai, mettiti il casco che andiamo a prendere il caffè.
Per fortuna tutto fila liscio, ma la prossima volta prendo la 500, Pablo Picasso guida come un torero, ci sediamo al tavolo.
- Pablo, se tu non avessi fatto l'artista, che cosa avresti fatto nella tua vita?
Dear reader of signoradeifiltri, today we will have a spring edition, it is 8.30 am, I am waiting for an artist that I have to interview, we will go to the usual bar to have breakfast and then with my Vespa I will take him for a ride around Rome. My pistachio green Vespa is ready, my friend Mario has informed the bar tender that we will arrive with an illustrious guest, first I will offer him a hot coffee. I know that the interview will not be boring, static and formal. I see the artist who arrives: Pablo Picasso.
- Hi Pablo.
- Hi Walter.
- Come on, put on the helmet, we're going to have coffee.
- Yes, but I'll drive.
I'm afraid, he has a grim look, it's better to go along with him and not say no to him.
- Okay, but go slowly, can you put this helmet on?
- Hey, Walter, but this is a centurion helmet!
- Pablo, we are in Rome.
- Yeah, if we were in Venice, would you put a gondola on my head?
- But you look like Julius Caesar.
- We don't even talk about it!
After a heated dispute, Pablo Picasso agrees to put the centurion helmet on his head, in exchange for going to the Trevi fountain like Marcello Mastroianni, let's go ... broooommmm!
Fortunately everything goes smoothly, but next time I’ll take the 500, Pablo Picasso drives like a bullfighter, we sit down at the table.
- Pablo, if you hadn't been an artist, what would you have done in your life?
- Bueno, good question, I would have been undecided between the policeman and the barman, two occupations to be in contact with people. Logically, I left it to fate, we cannot hinder fate, each of us has a task, mine was to be an artist.
Two beautiful girls go by and Pablo looks at them.
- Pablo, good things are better than bad things.
- Claro, it's a question of sensitivity. That formidable ability we have to be attracted by everything that emanates harmony and poetry. Life is fascinating, spectacular, and humanity has the good fortune to live surrounded and immersed in the wonder of nature. Art has the duty and obligation to manifest everything that surrounds us through fantasy and technique, everyone must do their own to make our existence poetic.
- Pablo, not everyone has this sensitivity and, in any case, something less beautiful is always present.
- Diablo! And we artists must separate the bad images, selfishly built from the hands of man, from what is the universal language, directed towards a good way of life that makes humanity happy. It is true that we must also highlight brutality and miserable human weakness, as if we were a book open to all, we artists, messengers and apostles of creation.
- When you made Guernica were you very angry?
- No, more than angry, look me in the face, touch here, squeeze without fear of hurting me.
He takes my hand firmly and makes me touch his left biceps. Pablo Picasso has exceptional musculature.
- I was a fury, I made that painting moved by a beastly inner strength, each touch of brush a blow against the absurdity of inhumanity. It was like shooting an anti-war film, a dramatic black and white film with no other colours, it was useless to show blood and flaming colours, have you ever seen a black and white film?
- In the contrast between those two tones there was the maximum of expressiveness, if I had used the colours it would have been a work like all the others and, instead, I had to impress the people, the same ones who rule the world without thinking about the sufferings of the innocent people. Unfortunately, some, too tied to the interests of a few, have not understood the lesson and armies are still playing war.
Cabrones! ... Barman bring me a gazzosa ... cabrones all!
- But everyone?
- Yes, all cabrones!
Pablo sips the gazzosa and lets out his anger, I try to make him talk of personal and romantic matters.
- Have you had a lot of love affairs?
The answer is a clear affirmative gesture, narrowing his eyes like a fawn in love.
- I liked women a lot, I looked at them!
- And music?
- I worked too hard, I didn't have time for music, but I liked it, oh yes, if I liked it. If I had been from this era, I would have liked the Beatles, a little rock, a little romantic, even if they didn't show it. They were muy loco like me, and besides, with all that hair, they were also nice, but I confess that even without their baronet helmets I had a certain charm.
- You traveled the world.
- Oh yes, but I could do more, it was a long way. You know, sometimes I felt master of the world but, in the end, you realize that you were just passing through and this thing made me a little sad. Luckily I have always worked a lot and canceled negative thoughts with my creativity, but I have no regrets. My art was a fantastic personal language and universal language, I did what I wanted as a child, I had fun and, even if you struggle to savor the pleasures of life, then you enjoy poetry and you feel at peace with yourself. Too bad that you remain only a pawn on the board, but with a heart swollen with passion. Of course it's worth living! When he is strong and sincere, El corazòn makes you see the light of existence without limits!
- Pablo, which work are you most fond of?
- Walter, what question is it? It's like asking if you love mom or dad more, I loved all my works. It was a continuous search and exchange of love with them, in each of them I left a part of me, I can't say that I loved one more than another and do you know why?
- Yeah, why?
- Because my works were me and I was them, so it's like saying that we lived in symbiosis and I was a little selfish, huh! I loved myself very much!
- Would you have liked to be a futurist?
- No amigo, a movement of confusing colours, brilliant but confusing, and then these futurists were too dreamy, reckless, obsessed with myths. The speed? Modernity? The super ego of the man who rules the earth, the seas, the sky? No amigo, I hold poetry tightly, don't you see how much poetry inebriates us with its sight and its perfume?
- Pink period?
- Yeah, I saw what the others couldn't see and I was happy to have painted it. Ask me about Dali.
- Pablo, what do you think of Dali?
- Ahahahah ... I'm glad that I stole him a lot of women, I always beat him on time, but I valued him and he esteemed me. Great scoundrel, with a small format work he has crossed the barrier of time and has become famous and immortal.
- The persistence of memory.
- Yeah, a small enigmatic and visionary picture, only a great artist like him could make it ... Now we have to go, did you bring the money to pay the bill here at the bar?
I open my wallet, I have five euros, a few saints and an expired bus ticket between the cobwebs. We hadn't told you but while we were talking, we had six coffees, five sugary donuts, a box of Tuscan cigars, a sambuca, a soda and a whiskey.
- Ahahah ... I think we're in trouble now, come on, let's go.
- Without paying?
- It is claro, start the Vespa, I jump on and off we go to see the Sistine chapel and, later, the Trevi fountain, for swimming.
Readers of the blog kissed by the rays of the sun of culture, yes, Pablo Picasso and I fled with the Vespa and did not pay the bill at the bar. It was not our fault... I forgot ... The bath in the Trevi fountain can only be done by Picasso and I, if you want, follow us with your imagination.