WEEK 2 PART 4: Picasso
Today think about the space where you create. Maybe take a photo of where you are when you create. Personally, I can be anywhere as long as I have some supplies. Being a mom, I have trained myself to work “in total seclusion” in the midst of total chaos and I have no problem with noise and distractions. Maybe I thrive on it?
But that being said, I must remind myself that silence is important.
So today, sit in you creative space [wherever you happen to be in the moment] and be silent. Then start to write or draw. It can be anything. But I suggest a bird. Or a cat. Stream of consciousness. For at least 15 minutes. In a quiet space.
The book itself is a work of art. Filled with photos by Duncan of Picasso’s studio after his death in 1973. Haunting, sad, magical, silent. The book (no captions and mainly photos) is a love letter to Picasso’s last wife Jacqueline Roque.
today, at Notre-Dame de Vie,
Jacqueline’s flock of sheep
grazes beneath olive trees
of a studio now locked,
while Igor appears to watch
for someone he never knew
Everyone tried to shield Jacqueline from the obvious agony of having professionals, court-ordered, inside her home cataloguing everything, even the contents of Pablo’s and her clothes closets. Only rarely was a voice heard in that enormous house, then it was muted. The experts have now returned to Paris. Now it’s over. She seems so relieved and exhausted. (from Preface)