Word: picassos
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Poultry Week. The symbol for the build-up was Communist Artist Pablo Picasso's "Dove of Peace." Everywhere in the Soviet sector, on handbills, stickers and banners, the benign bird cooed Communist "pacifism." Berliners only sneered at the "Trojanische Taube" (Trojan dove); they dubbed each propaganda flurry as "Geflűgel Woche" (Poultry Week...
Veteran Post-Impressionist Pablo Picasso, 67, paused in the glare of the sun for an earthy, realistic photograph while strolling near his villa at Vallauris, near Cannes, with his twentyish mistress, Francoise Gillot, and their two-year-old son, Claude...
...with huge, trainlike attachments and bathing suit tops. There was a host of minor gimmicks: the boyish haircut, jagged at the edges; the sleek "attenuated siren look"; huge black fur muffs; long umbrellas; Edwardian gloves; the lacquered evening "back-of-the-head bandeau"; Eton collars; the coal scuttle; the Picasso bicorne...
...Paris, a blonde authoress-movie director, Nicole Vedrès, was shooting a film with an all-star cast: Painter Pablo Picasso, Novelist André Gide, Existentialist Jean-Paul Sartre, Architect Le Corbusier, Writer Jacques Prévert, Atomic Scientist Frédéric Joliot-Curie. Their roles required them to enact themselves at work and at play, chatting about what the world was coming to. Said Picasso, who played quiet scenes with Gide (see cut) and mugged with Prévert: "We had a terrific time...
Giotto, says Ortega, was "a painter of solid and independent bodies." Three centuries later, Velasquez emphasized "hollow space"-the area between the eye and the thing seen. In recording only a dazzle of colored lights, the impressionists brought painting smack up to the retina. Picasso carried the same process a step further, painting what was back of the eyeball, inside his head. "[In the Picasso school] the eyes, instead of absorbing things, are converted into projectors of private flora and fauna. Before, the real world drained off into them; now, they are reservoirs of irreality...