Ahhhhh Pablo, don’t you just love him?
Me? Not so much, ever since the Hayward.
Lots of gals did though.
In the year that is 100 since women first received a right to vote, owing in the most part to the actions of an active and empowered few, and a slowly emerging narrative [if sought] of self sacrifice and protest at all levels from kitchen to castle, I am reminded of my experience of the Hayward Gallery’s ‘Picasso’s Picassos’  where I first felt the glimmerings of fear.
In 1981 I was 15 and on a school trip. I felt a chill for the first time, inexplicable, a thought I could not then form. A fear of being female.
All because of this:
Nude, Green Leaves and Bust (Femme nue, feuilles et buste) (1932), Pablo Picasso. Private Collection
And so in honour of the man who first ‘fraided’ me I offer this…..
I’d say ‘enjoy’ but you’re not gonna…..