Head of Man
Pencil
17.8 x 26.7 cms
7 x 10 1/2 ins
7 x 10 1/2 ins
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Each individual achievement is only part of the whole. Each one adds what he can. And whether he is genuine is what matters. One sees one’s work as a tiny drop in the ocean. Some men have immense genius. A Michelangelo or a Leonardo or an Einstein, well that comes from heaven. But I don’t think it is for the man himself to judge. It is only Picasso who has quite convinced himself that he’s not just the greatest artist that has ever lived, but that he’s shaken the foundations and cracked the building. He is a very extraordinary man.But where I would love and deeply respect certain artists, as I do Memling and Jan Van Eyck, Picasso terrifies me.I think he’s quite ruthless. And I wouldn’t like to be in his way because if you were, you wouldn’t expect to receive anything else but a kick on the pants.
He somehow had the power to break away from home and go,as a young man, to Paris; and at once began to fight his way through everything to stand on his own two feet.This last exhibition at the Tate, of his woodcarvings and bronzes and pottery, was remarkable. He is the most ingenious genius. I think another wonderful thing is that through his success and his making money, he broadened his horizon; and his river became all the time wider and wider. And he was able to get a bigger and bigger and more powerful boat. He didn’t stop and the money simply meant that he could have his clay models cast into bronze; and that he was able to employ more and more people to print his lithographs and etchings on bigger and bigger paper. I’m all for the artist or anyone else who can use success constructively.
Think of this extraordinary business of going to a place where there is a pottery and where things are very down and simply putting the whole show on its feet again. He is the greatest one-man business in the world.He makes rings round everybody else. His work has enormous vitality. But one feels that a man who makes the things he often does is a very unhappy man.I think, in one way, it is bound up with our time. He is a tremendous man of the world. And I should think it would be very difficult indeed for him to meet people who are purely disinterested. He has worked very hard to become famous and he’s trapped in this. I think he’s now reached a very strange point. It’s almost as if he has seen it all and knows it all. No man ever can. But sometimes when I look at the later things, it’s almost as if he draws with a certain cynicism. But then that’s a long tale in relation to this very remarkable man.
This may sound nonsense and Picasso would be furious if he heard me say this, but I think that early on,somewhere in his heart of hearts, he was profoundly hurt by a woman. It’s as if this fantastic fellow – fantastic as he is – has a chip on his shoulder about something that has made him so angry that he’s constantly having to change the situation, whether it’s a wife or a style. There’s a terrible unhappiness there,and a terrible restlessness if one thinks of the marvelous, ever-more profound development of a Rembrandt.
I seem to remember a story, probably apocryphal, about Pablo. During the invasion he thought that perhaps it would be good idea to leave France. I don’t myself think that he ever intended to. But this was the story. He looked at the Channel and said ‘Oh my God, all that water.’ It was quite enough to make him change his mind. And I can imagine that in another way, trees and leaves would get on his nerves as much.But all the time one comes back to how remarkable and immensely gifted a man Picasso is. Like every artist he must go on working. Some demon drives him on. His vitality and the ingenuity of his design and thought are absolutely amazing.
Albert Houthuesen from Walk To The Moon – The Story of Albert Houthuesen, by Richard Nathanson.
He somehow had the power to break away from home and go,as a young man, to Paris; and at once began to fight his way through everything to stand on his own two feet.This last exhibition at the Tate, of his woodcarvings and bronzes and pottery, was remarkable. He is the most ingenious genius. I think another wonderful thing is that through his success and his making money, he broadened his horizon; and his river became all the time wider and wider. And he was able to get a bigger and bigger and more powerful boat. He didn’t stop and the money simply meant that he could have his clay models cast into bronze; and that he was able to employ more and more people to print his lithographs and etchings on bigger and bigger paper. I’m all for the artist or anyone else who can use success constructively.
Think of this extraordinary business of going to a place where there is a pottery and where things are very down and simply putting the whole show on its feet again. He is the greatest one-man business in the world.He makes rings round everybody else. His work has enormous vitality. But one feels that a man who makes the things he often does is a very unhappy man.I think, in one way, it is bound up with our time. He is a tremendous man of the world. And I should think it would be very difficult indeed for him to meet people who are purely disinterested. He has worked very hard to become famous and he’s trapped in this. I think he’s now reached a very strange point. It’s almost as if he has seen it all and knows it all. No man ever can. But sometimes when I look at the later things, it’s almost as if he draws with a certain cynicism. But then that’s a long tale in relation to this very remarkable man.
This may sound nonsense and Picasso would be furious if he heard me say this, but I think that early on,somewhere in his heart of hearts, he was profoundly hurt by a woman. It’s as if this fantastic fellow – fantastic as he is – has a chip on his shoulder about something that has made him so angry that he’s constantly having to change the situation, whether it’s a wife or a style. There’s a terrible unhappiness there,and a terrible restlessness if one thinks of the marvelous, ever-more profound development of a Rembrandt.
I seem to remember a story, probably apocryphal, about Pablo. During the invasion he thought that perhaps it would be good idea to leave France. I don’t myself think that he ever intended to. But this was the story. He looked at the Channel and said ‘Oh my God, all that water.’ It was quite enough to make him change his mind. And I can imagine that in another way, trees and leaves would get on his nerves as much.But all the time one comes back to how remarkable and immensely gifted a man Picasso is. Like every artist he must go on working. Some demon drives him on. His vitality and the ingenuity of his design and thought are absolutely amazing.
Albert Houthuesen from Walk To The Moon – The Story of Albert Houthuesen, by Richard Nathanson.
Each individual achievement is only part of the whole. Each one adds what he can. And whether he is genuine is what matters. One sees one’s work as a tiny drop in the ocean. Some men have immense genius. A Michelangelo or a Leonardo or an Einstein, well that comes from heaven. But I don’t think it is for the man himself to judge. It is only Picasso who has quite convinced himself that he’s not just the greatest artist that has ever lived, but that he’s shaken the foundations and cracked the building. He is a very extraordinary man.But where I would love and deeply respect certain artists, as I do Memling and Jan Van Eyck, Picasso terrifies me.I think he’s quite ruthless. And I wouldn’t like to be in his way because if you were, you wouldn’t expect to receive anything else but a kick on the pants.
He somehow had the power to break away from home and go,as a young man, to Paris; and at once began to fight his way through everything to stand on his own two feet.This last exhibition at the Tate, of his woodcarvings and bronzes and pottery, was remarkable. He is the most ingenious genius. I think another wonderful thing is that through his success and his making money, he broadened his horizon; and his river became all the time wider and wider. And he was able to get a bigger and bigger and more powerful boat. He didn’t stop and the money simply meant that he could have his clay models cast into bronze; and that he was able to employ more and more people to print his lithographs and etchings on bigger and bigger paper. I’m all for the artist or anyone else who can use success constructively.
Think of this extraordinary business of going to a place where there is a pottery and where things are very down and simply putting the whole show on its feet again. He is the greatest one-man business in the world.He makes rings round everybody else. His work has enormous vitality. But one feels that a man who makes the things he often does is a very unhappy man.I think, in one way, it is bound up with our time. He is a tremendous man of the world. And I should think it would be very difficult indeed for him to meet people who are purely disinterested. He has worked very hard to become famous and he’s trapped in this. I think he’s now reached a very strange point. It’s almost as if he has seen it all and knows it all. No man ever can. But sometimes when I look at the later things, it’s almost as if he draws with a certain cynicism. But then that’s a long tale in relation to this very remarkable man.
This may sound nonsense and Picasso would be furious if he heard me say this, but I think that early on,somewhere in his heart of hearts, he was profoundly hurt by a woman. It’s as if this fantastic fellow – fantastic as he is – has a chip on his shoulder about something that has made him so angry that he’s constantly having to change the situation, whether it’s a wife or a style. There’s a terrible unhappiness there,and a terrible restlessness if one thinks of the marvelous, ever-more profound development of a Rembrandt.
I seem to remember a story, probably apocryphal, about Pablo. During the invasion he thought that perhaps it would be good idea to leave France. I don’t myself think that he ever intended to. But this was the story. He looked at the Channel and said ‘Oh my God, all that water.’ It was quite enough to make him change his mind. And I can imagine that in another way, trees and leaves would get on his nerves as much.But all the time one comes back to how remarkable and immensely gifted a man Picasso is. Like every artist he must go on working. Some demon drives him on. His vitality and the ingenuity of his design and thought are absolutely amazing.
Albert Houthuesen from Walk To The Moon – The Story of Albert Houthuesen, by Richard Nathanson.
He somehow had the power to break away from home and go,as a young man, to Paris; and at once began to fight his way through everything to stand on his own two feet.This last exhibition at the Tate, of his woodcarvings and bronzes and pottery, was remarkable. He is the most ingenious genius. I think another wonderful thing is that through his success and his making money, he broadened his horizon; and his river became all the time wider and wider. And he was able to get a bigger and bigger and more powerful boat. He didn’t stop and the money simply meant that he could have his clay models cast into bronze; and that he was able to employ more and more people to print his lithographs and etchings on bigger and bigger paper. I’m all for the artist or anyone else who can use success constructively.
Think of this extraordinary business of going to a place where there is a pottery and where things are very down and simply putting the whole show on its feet again. He is the greatest one-man business in the world.He makes rings round everybody else. His work has enormous vitality. But one feels that a man who makes the things he often does is a very unhappy man.I think, in one way, it is bound up with our time. He is a tremendous man of the world. And I should think it would be very difficult indeed for him to meet people who are purely disinterested. He has worked very hard to become famous and he’s trapped in this. I think he’s now reached a very strange point. It’s almost as if he has seen it all and knows it all. No man ever can. But sometimes when I look at the later things, it’s almost as if he draws with a certain cynicism. But then that’s a long tale in relation to this very remarkable man.
This may sound nonsense and Picasso would be furious if he heard me say this, but I think that early on,somewhere in his heart of hearts, he was profoundly hurt by a woman. It’s as if this fantastic fellow – fantastic as he is – has a chip on his shoulder about something that has made him so angry that he’s constantly having to change the situation, whether it’s a wife or a style. There’s a terrible unhappiness there,and a terrible restlessness if one thinks of the marvelous, ever-more profound development of a Rembrandt.
I seem to remember a story, probably apocryphal, about Pablo. During the invasion he thought that perhaps it would be good idea to leave France. I don’t myself think that he ever intended to. But this was the story. He looked at the Channel and said ‘Oh my God, all that water.’ It was quite enough to make him change his mind. And I can imagine that in another way, trees and leaves would get on his nerves as much.But all the time one comes back to how remarkable and immensely gifted a man Picasso is. Like every artist he must go on working. Some demon drives him on. His vitality and the ingenuity of his design and thought are absolutely amazing.
Albert Houthuesen from Walk To The Moon – The Story of Albert Houthuesen, by Richard Nathanson.