Typically last minute, I caught Picasso on his last weekend at the Tate after a blockbuster six month exhibition. It was so much better than I expected. I've never been quite so excited by Picasso as some of the other post-impressionists. Since his work often strayed into cubism and surrealism neither of which are my cup of tea. (I'm more of a Fauvist kinda gal...) But just as the exhibition highlights, 1932 was an epic year for the artist. Aged 50 he seemed to go into experimental overdrive and the results are big, bold, colourful, unearthly yet peaceful and... well, just like nothing else.
Whilst colour is just one of the things he was playing with in this time, it's a bit of a preoccupation for me at the moment (and always) so I couldn't help falling for his unusual palette at that time. I'll let the work speak for itself now and leave you with my favourite piece. 'Young Woman with Mandolin'.
