Pablo Picasso - Bull (1945)
About Picasso’s series:
“Pablo Picasso created ‘Bull’ around the Christmas of 1945. ‘Bull’ is a suite of eleven lithographs that have become a master class in how to develop an artwork from the academic to the abstract. In this series of images, all pulled from a single stone, Picasso visually dissects the image of a bull to discover its essential presence through a progressive analysis of its form. Each plate is a successive stage in an investigation to find the absolute ‘spirit’ of the beast.”
“I’ve got terminal cancer. They wanted to do surgery but I don’t have much time and that would put me in a wheelchair. Yesterday, I helped a kid learn to ride a bike. That’s something, right? That’s a slice of life. Couldn’t do that in a wheelchair.”
Stephen Hawking Quotables. -
“One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don’t throw it away.”
Read the full text here: http://mentalfloss.com/article/32149/11-stephen-hawking-quotes-his-71st-birthday#ixzz2OUd2bMaF
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“When you’re young, you think there’ll be plenty of time for everything in your life: counting all the grains of sand in the Sahara Desert, seeing all the people in the world, becoming greater than Jesus and Lenin and Lomonosov and Pushkin and Einstein all rolled into one, reuniting at some point with everyone you’ve met once in your life, befriending every man, falling in love with every woman… Life is a process of gradually coming to terms with the meaning and the very concept of never-ness. Never—well, so be it. Quoth the raven: oh well, them’s the breaks. Get used to it. Get over it. Life is a perishable proposition of rapidly diminishing returns. You could’ve become this or that; you could’ve been here and there and everywhere; but that didn’t happen—and well, so be it. There won’t be, in the end of your life, a joyous, transcendentally meaningful regathering of everyone you’ve ever met on your path, with stories shared and wine flowing and laughter lilting and happiness abounding and life never-ending—well, so be it.”
Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2013/03/meeting-a-friend-at-the-strand.html#ixzz2NZWOPdXx
Club members on the ocean front are shaded by decorative parasols, 1930.
Photograph by Clifton R. Adams, National Geographic