I saw the movie Modigliani. With Andy Garcia. "The colors of the soul." Actually I do not know the artist well, and I do not know what there is in the film's true or not. But I loved it. At home I have a copy of a painting, I printed, which has always fascinated me since childhood. The film is put emphasis on the concept of life, outside the conventions, as well as the love-hate relationship with Pablo Picasso. Modigliani Picasso irritated and songs that seem to be reacting in different ways. In turn, raging, anger or letting. Being passionate about astrology I know that the "Grand Picasso" was a scorpion. But did not know the zodiac sign of Italian. Throughout the movie I suspect that he had cancer. And the feeling that shows in the paintings, and why a cancer may only irritate a scorpion! Well, at the end of the film, I was certain: 12/7/1884. Apart from the sheer curiosity, I dwelt on the fate of the artist. Poor and to achieve success on his deathbed. In an environment, the Paris post-war period, in the ferment of ideas. In art circles and invited customers. Strange as it may be fate! Seen from outside it seems an extraordinary life. Instabilissima, nothing if not art. And the wine. Women. The scene that captures that something that characterizes every artist, not just Modigliani, is when participants, including Picasso, are made for participate in a contest. Everyone goes wild and tries to find a way to enter the canvas. Or on the contrary to fill the canvas with what they hear and see inside. With all the colors and shades of the soul. So here is Picasso destroy the work to begin again on another theme. Soutine and, unknown to me, which depicts a bull quartered "perhaps using the same blood red as the animal! And Utrillo, another unknown, alas! discharging his madness on canvas. All in one way or another spill on canvas what they look like and what you feel inside. Madmen, like jazz musicians, drink and paint. They are enthusiastic in the greek sense. God enters into them. And enjoy and rejoice in happiness. In a sea of \u200b\u200bsuffering. They are to give thanks life. I guess that circle, gaiety, quell'instabilità. That love so suffered. A life that makes me think of the presence of fate on earth. And how can this be a wonderful life. Lived seizing the moment. Living every moment fully. Slight insanity in the artist. A closer look slightly crazy in the artists. All. They see more than a life "system." In the artist, whether writer, musician, painter, he is not talking, playing, painting. 'S life which is manifested through him. And 'the God who takes possession of the artist. He is a vehicle half. The talent is to know without having learned how. A little exalted artists fall into presumption, selfishness, lacking humility. Do not hold that gift that host. Do not hold those views then projected. But the artist is an artist. E 'crazy by definition. Are in line with the world. Do not want to "fix". These "systems" are the real crazy!
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