On Sunday I went to Somerset House and The Courtauld Gallery to see the ‘Becoming Picasso’ Exhibition, a display of works by Picasso from throughout 1901, the year in which he found his own unique style and began his famous Blue Period. I particularly enjoyed ‘Yo Picasso’ and the portrait of Bibi la Puree. All the work on display had merit and it was certainly interesting to see where his work would develop from up close and personal, especially given that I have studied some of his later Primitivist influenced work quite closely. There was a lot of energy on display, even in the more depressing pieces.
Speaking of which, among all the other wonderful work on show, I took the opportunity to see the Van Gogh on display, ‘Self Portrait with a Bandaged Ear’ and ‘Peach Trees in Blossom’. The contrast in mood between the two pieces couldn’t be more distinct. I couldn’t look at his self portrait for very long, the feeling of melancholy was palpable. The landscape was wonderful in feeling, as if he had captured how happy he was that day. Both were surprisingly intense. It never ceases to amaze me how much of an experience seeing a piece in the flesh can be compared to seeing a copy.
I also had a wander through ‘Landmark: The Fields of Photography’ and ‘Wool House’. The amount of images on display in the Landmark exhibit was quite overwhelming; though many of them well worth seeing. ‘Wool House’ had possibly the most comfortable chair I have ever sat in, I wanted to go to sleep right there and then. Maybe also something to do with it having been a long day… The display lacked a certain something though, it didn’t have any DeadlyKnitshade.