This is probably my absolute favorite Picasso painting. There seems to be disagreement on its actual name, but I favor “Minotaur Moving House,” which is what it was posted as when I saw it at the Walker.
It’s really small. Maybe like 9” x 7”? Maybe smaller.
Anyway, I love it more than just about any other painting. Partly because I’ve been that minotaur, carting everything I own from one building to another on a shitty little hand cart under the stars. Partly because I’ve aspired to be that minotaur, all serene and unfazed by whatever shit has uprooted him from his home. Partly because it’s funny as hell. (What does a bull-man use a ladder for, anyway? And there’s a floppy horse in there? Okay! Also, what’s the equivalent of “side-boob” for scrotums?) And partly because the object itself is just a thing of beauty, which is why I both want a print of it and am glad they don’t exist, because a print never satisfies with a Picasso. He didn’t draw, he sculpted; without being able to see the swells and troughs of the layers of paint, you aren’t even really seeing the image. (Fuck, duder’s graphite drawings were visibly three-dimensional, never mind his paintings.)
I dunno, man. I just like it, you know?
