I was in Cologne during Easter weekend and visited Museum Ludwig Köln. My friend and I decided to visit the museum on Monday and later read that it was closed on Mondays. Lucky us …it was open for the holiday!
While walking through the museum, I came across a painting titled Musketeer and Cupid by Picasso.
For some reason, the painting really drew me in – I couldn’t walk away. When walking through an art museum, I normally walk by many painting some spending less than seconds before it, but this one captured me. Maybe it was the bright colors. However, it was something more that I can’t quite explain.
I thought I would share some words that came forth as I pondered the painting …
I stand before the work of art, Picasso’s ‘Musketeer and Cupid’ and wonder if he left any secret messages to life for me;
I stand before it at various distances so it can speak to me
Tell me where I’m going to let me know if I’m on the right track;
I retrace the various brush strokes to see what he might be trying to tell me; I search the painting for where he signed his name;
I notice is at the top instead of the bottom, is that a special code for me to crack? I walk away but look back.
I feel compelled by the piece; drawn in by the unspoken message for me; the Cupid smiles at me; at first I think maybe to taunt me because the message is still unclear to me but I look again to see that it is a smile meant to embrace me; welcome me back again …to return again and again to hear the special messages left for me;
maybe it is the beautiful dark yet bright reds, intense, letting me know life has just begun or the yellows bright as the sun to signal a new day ahead; whatever it is I know this painting was drawn for me it speaks to me and I’ll be back to hear it speak again!
Further along in the museum, I notice a quote by Picasso …. Paintings were….”not invented to decorate rooms. It is a weapon for attacking, and defending oneself against the enemy.” I know that the ‘enemy’ comes in many shapes and forms and sometimes I myself am the enemy.
Being at the museum made me want to go art school …to create! Inside I hear myself scream – I am artist! Art speaks to me in ways I can’t explain. And not just visually stimulating it says ‘come participate; come and play with us; we are around the corner gathering waiting to share ideas for creating.’
I will come out to play …one day!
