“Everyone wants to understand art. Why don’t we try to understand the song of
a bird? Why do we love the night, the flowers, everything around us, without
trying to understand them? But in the case of a painting, people think they have to understand. If only they would realize above all that an artist works of
necessity, that he himself is only an insignificant part of the world, and that
no more importance should be attached to him than to plenty of other things
which please us in the world though we can’t explain them; people who try to
explain pictures are usually barking up the wrong tree.” – Picasso
I was planning to share an analysis of Pablo Picasso’s, “Weeping Woman” today. Discussing how the painting symbolized the horrendous pain and suffering caused by the Spanish War, a war Picasso vehemently protested. But then I happened upon the quote above. I decided any attempt at an analysis could only be cerebral in nature. It is human nature to want to observe, analyze and ultimately categorize what we view and experience. We operate much like a computer in this respect, but what if we resist this instinctual urge? What if we simply allow the painting to wash over us, feeling it without projecting our own thoughts and beliefs? If we do this as a practice, will we eventually awaken parts of our mind, tapping into our intuitive nature, a nature that just knows without having to jump through the hoops of analysis?