satisfaction

Today I tried to arrange an afternoon tryst with Picasso.

I began at the Menil Collection to revisit his permanent works housed there, hoping that I had missed one in my previous visits. You see, I'm a Picasso lover of the uncubist variety. But, the visit was to no avail as I saw everything I'd seen before and none of it the Picasso I'm paritcularly enamored with. I was, however, rewarded with Frank Stella of 1958--some very nice color studies. Hot but not bothered.

From there I ventured over to the Museum of Fine Arts Houston where I knew I could at least find one of Picasso's sculptures if not anything else. Appeased but not satisfied, I walked through the Gee's Bend Quilt exhibit (think Frank Stella only more touchable) and then wandered over to the Singular Multiples (the link looks really mundane--apologies) exhibit. The whole exhibit had depth of both concept and process. A welcome surprise when viewing some neo-expressionist stuff. And there I had my tryst, but not with the man I was expecting. I had found Enzo Cucchi. I have tried to find an image on the net to link to, but none of what I've found is like what I saw today. The ones I had wandered onto were these large, maybe 3 by 5 foot, prints. But they were not about line, they were about space and color (or when not color, rich contrast). Most of all there was texture, all these perfectly chosen embossed areas that tempted the fingers and the docent's scorn.