“Although this book is a novel, and thus a work of fiction, I have taken the greatest care to recount events as they are known to have occurred. Various subplots, and the motivations of some of the characters, however, can only be fictionally drawn, since Eva left so little of herself behind for the world to discover. Because much of her life remains a mystery, as well as do some elements of her death, it became incredibly important to me to honor her memory by being as accurate as possible with the parts of the story that are known. Through those, I have respectfully woven plausible details and events in order to create the world of Madame Picasso.
One fact that touched me deeply while doing my research was discovering that the half-finished painting of Eva, which is mentioned toward the end of the novel, had gone missing and was found fifty years later, only after Picasso's death. It had been hidden among his private things, perhaps too dear to him to share with the rest of the world, or to part with. To support my supposition in that regard, the acclaimed historian, and personal friend of Picasso, Pierre Daix, revealed in his work, Picasso Life and Art, about Eva that "when we spoke of her two thirds of a century later, tears came to his eyes. They had truly lived together, and Pablo, when success came, needed her."
Filling in the blank spaces around the facts in a compelling and likely way, in order to join them with fiction, came in part, not just by studying Picasso's work for hints of their life together, but also by absolutely pouring over every word and nuance of Eva's correspondence with their good friends, Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas. The letters, accented with little scribbles by Picasso himself, and his own added sentiments, read like a treasure trove of gossip, news, and poignant revelations about the part of her world Eva and Picasso tried desperately to keep private. They were a young couple happy, clearly in love, and with a sense of humor. In writing this novel, I was in search of the essence of the elusive Eva, and I think that was best found through Eva's own words.
Woven throughout her beautiful, sloping penmanship, the spirited underscoring of her signature, is a sense of humor, a tender heart, determination, and, most of all, a great enduring love for Picasso. I was profoundly moved by the love they shared, the struggles they endured, and the bittersweet end that I believed marked Picasso, and changed him forever.
MY MEMORABLE MEETING
One of the best things about writing novels based on the lives of real historical figures is going to places where they lived, and worked, getting a true sense of their lives to try and breathe life into their stories for readers. Last summer, while I was researching the story behind MADAME PICASSO, I was given the opportunity of a lifetime to interview a man who, for 30 years, was a close friend of Pablo Picasso. To sit and speak at length with a person who had actually known the great icon was probably the most unique, and daunting, prospect I had yet faced as a writer. Meeting the famed French photographer at his
atelier initially seemed like a dream come true. Provence
The actual event, however, became more than that, it was an adventure.
An international celebrity in his own right, Lucien Clergue certainly cuts a daunting figure, even across the internet. I had done my homework prior to our interview and found a distinguished looking, almost regal, white-haired gentleman whose intensely pointed gaze leapt off the page at me. But that seemed strangely fitting, considering the legend of Picasso's own powerful stare. Slightly unnerved by the prospect of meeting, I went on to view the iconic, sensual black and white photographs that first brought Clergue fame in the 1950's. Their abstract nature, the essence of them, reminded me of Picasso's later work, and so further tied the two men together in my mind, even before we met.
The plan seemed simple enough: I was to be met at my hotel by a liaison who would walk me through the cobbled back streets of the French village to the unmarked studio where Monsieur Clergue has lived and worked for decades. There was no time limit set for our meeting, and I was told nothing other than that he was tired after a delayed flight back from
. Still, my heart began racing
the moment we set off into the Provencal summer heat, and the guide deftly
maneuvered, with me trailing behind, the narrow, shadowy alleyways that looked
like a setting for a sequence from Romeo and Juliet. Brightly painted doors,
weathered by time. window boxes spilling fat geraniums, some of the window
ledges above them holding discerning cats. Other windows were tightly shuttered
from the midday sun. Already to me it was other-worldly, and on we walked to a
massive arched door that looked like it could once have hidden a stable, at
least something very large and imposing. She rang the buzzer. French
pleasantries were exchanged with a secretary, before the buzzer rang again, the
door clicked and we were let inside, the vaulted, shadowy foyer, and the door
was slammed shut. You're a pro, I told myself. You've been at this a long time,
how daunting can it be? Italy
My question was answered, as my guide and I were ushered up a flight of ancient stone steps and into the commanding presence of Monsieur Clergue. Seated behind a massive carved oak desk, surrounded by soaring walls ornamented with photos of himself with Picasso, plus several priceless works of art, Clergue sank against the back of his massive leather chair, steepled his hands, raised his eyebrows and said very simply, "So then, what can I do for you?"
It was clear to me then that he was wary of writers who wanted to tread on the memory of his friend. That was something to respect and a point on which we could agree. In my novel I sought only to humanize Picasso, and thus, to honor him. So as our liaison excused herself and left the office, I decided to buck up and make the moments count. After a short exchange in which he told me of several "hit pieces" on Picasso he had witnessed recently, he admitted that he was, indeed, cautious of the motives of writers. I told him of my project, my background and my commitment to the story.
Suddenly, as if clouds had cleared away from the sun, he gave me a reserved little grin and said, "Ask away. What would you like to know about Picasso?" I had, in that moment, been given a modicum of his trust. I opened my notebook then, and went to work.
Over the next hour and a half, I heard story after story about the private Picasso, some tender-hearted things, some acts of kindness and generosity, that don't often figure into stories about the brash, womanizing artist. Even knowing what they were getting into, some of the women, Clergue explained, were happy to attach themselves to Picasso's fame and money anyway. But, he said, when it was over, there was more benefit in tell-all biographies and accusations, than in silence. Whether Clergue had a point or not, the world will never know. What I do know is that Lucien Clergue was a man staunchly defending his friend, one who was no longer here to defend himself, and I respected that.
As a novelist, it is not for me to judge Picasso's actions, or his choices. Rather, I believe it was my task -- and my incredible opportunity -- to learn some amazing private details about someone who was, first and foremost, a man, one with strengths and weaknesses, like any other man, but who, along the way, became the most famous artist of the 20th Century.
Picasso was an icon, one who loved, and who erred, who triumphed and failed. What I hope to do in MADAME PICASSO is share a bit of that man and his great love for his Eva.”
Anne Girard was born with writing in her blood. The daughter of a hard-driving
newsman, she has
always had the same passion for storytelling that fueled his lifelong career.
She hand-wrote her first novel (admittedly, not a very good one) at the age of
fourteen, and never stopped imagining characters and their stories. Writing
only ever took a backseat to her love of reading. Chicago
After earning a bachelor's degree in English literature from UCLA and a Master's degree in psychology from
, a chance
meeting with the acclaimed author, Irving Stone, sharply focused her ambition
onto telling great stories from history with detailed research. "Live
where your characters lived, see the things they saw," he said, "only
then can you truly bring them to life for your readers." Anne took that
advice to heart. After Stone's encouragement twenty years ago, she sold her first
novel. When she is not traveling the world researching her stories, Anne and
her family make their home in Pepperdine
University Southern California.
When she is not traveling or writing, she is reading fiction
Pablo Picasso's love affair with women
'Picasso: Challenging the Past' opens at the National Gallery next week. Mark Hudson looks at how the artist saw the women in his life - as either goddesses or doormats.
13 Feb 2009 / The Telegraph / http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/4610752/Pablo-Picassos-love-affair-with-women.html
'Women are machines for suffering," Picasso told his mistress Françoise Gilot in 1943. Indeed, as they embarked on their nine-year affair, the 61-year-old artist warned the 21-year-old student: "For me there are only two kinds of women, goddesses and doormats".
From Rembrandt and Goya to Bonnard and Stanley Spencer, male artists have drawn obsessively and immensely productively on the faces and bodies of their wives and lovers. But no one used and abused his women quite like the greatest artist of the 20th century, Pablo Picasso.
Looking at the extraordinary images in a new Picasso exhibition that opens later this month at the National Gallery in
, you feel that
Picasso eviscerates his women in the service of his art. Here, alongside images
of exquisite tenderness, are women pulled and gouged into tortured shapes,
women cut in bits and reconfigured on the canvas. Yet harrowing as these images
are, they are nothing beside the real life dramas that led to their creation. London
Of the seven most important women in Picasso's life, two killed themselves and two went mad. Another died of natural causes only four years into their relationship. Yet while Picasso had affairs with dozens, perhaps hundreds of women, and was true to none of them – except possibly the last – each of these seven women shines out as a crucial catalyst in his development as an artist. Each stands for a different period in his career, representing a complementary or opposing ideal that inspired the evolution of a new visual language. Just as they became obsessively involved with him, so he was dependent on them.
Loyal, generous and affectionate when it suited him, Picasso could be astoundingly brutal, to friends, lovers, even complete strangers. Yet he felt real, often anguished passion for each of these women – a passion he explored in tens of thousands of paintings, drawings and prints, in which he attempted to capture not just the way these women looked, but the totality of his feelings towards them.
Fernande Olivier, the first great love of the Spanish artist's life whom he met in 1904, was far from a pushover. Incorrigibly lazy and promiscuous, but with a lively and independent mind, this statuesque redhead was a popular artist's model, a kind of "it" girl of the Parisian avant-garde. To the young Picasso, who had arrived in
only two years before – and whose experience of women was limited largely to
prostitutes and the pious Catholic women who raised him – Olivier must have
seemed an intoxicating challenge. Barcelona
Physically obsessed with her languid, bemused presence, Picasso moved from the poetic romanticism of his Rose Period to a new way of working inspired both by the dynamism of modern Paris and by the enduring values of Mediterranean culture on which he was to draw all his life. In 1906, Olivier accompanied him to the village of Gosol in the Spanish Pyrenees, where the cubistic traditional architecture and her strong, sensual features were endlessly analysed in a vast body of drawings that led to the most influential painting of the 20th century – Demoiselles d'Avignon.
As Picasso worked on this definitive canvas in the suffocating heat of his
studio, he was consumed with jealousy and anger towards Olivier who had
temporarily walked out on him – this emotional violence feeding into a work
that blasted the Renaissance idea of fixed perspective out of the window and
changed the course of Western art.
When Olivier took up with a minor Italian artist in
an attempt to pique his jealousy, Picasso began seeing her close friend, Eva
Gouel, the most elusive of the seven women. Frail and slender, she appears in
only two photographs and her personality remains an enigma. Picasso's time with
her coincided with the moment of synthetic cubism, in which observational
elements were synthesised into semi-abstract compositions, often including
collage or text. While Picasso never painted Gouel, he paid homage to her in
several of these paintings, by including the words Ma Jolie – my pretty one –
which is perhaps the most overtly affectionate artistic gesture he made to any
of his women. While he was apparently devastated by her death from tuberculosis
in 1916, this didn't stop him carrying on a simultaneous affair with one Gaby
Picasso's marriage to the Russian dancer Olga Khokhlova in 1915 coincided with a complete reversal in his artistic direction – from world-changing abstraction to relatively conservative neoclassicism. His portraits of Khokhlova have a restraint and serenity inspired by the 19th-century master Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres.
Yet just as Picasso's artistic restlessness couldn't be contained for more than a few hours, so the desire of the socially ambitious Khokhlova to tame the now wealthy artist soon began to suffocate him. As their relationship disintegrated and she became increasingly delusional, his depictions of her and women in general grew ever more hateful – tortured masses of teeth, limbs and vaginas.
While Picasso's sense that he could do what he liked with absolutely anyone increased as his fame and wealth grew, he stayed with Khokhlova out of a residual desire for bourgeois respectability and the deeply ingrained Spanish idea that however unfaithful, a man doesn't leave his wife.
Picasso kept his relationship with the youthful Marie-Thérèse Walter – just 17 when he met her – secret from Khokhlova for eight years. Blonde, of equable temperament and athletic physique – but completely ignorant of art – Walter was immortalised in images of melting, idyllic eroticism in which we feel her guiltless enjoyment of her own sensuality and the artist's complete satisfaction in regarding it.
If Walter offered Picasso little on an intellectual level, his next great muse was the one who came closest to challenging him on his own terms – an artist and photographer closely involved with the Surrealists. He first encountered the mesmerising, raven-haired Dora Maar across the tables of the Café aux Deux Magots, stabbing a knife between her fingers till she drew blood. Picasso asked to keep her bloodstained gloves. When Maar and Walter later met in his studio, the ensuing argument degenerated into an all-out catfight between the two women, an incident Picasso later described as one of his "choicest memories".
Maar was Picasso's partner during the period of his greatest political engagement, her inner turmoil standing in for
during the Civil War in Tate's iconic Crying Woman. She made a photographic
record of Picasso's work on the monumental masterpiece Spain , and her unmistakable features
appear in the banshee-like head swooping into the painting. But in Picasso's
most telling images of Maar, her features are disturbingly reconfigured –
growing out of each other in all the wrong places – as though she is literally
breaking down in front of us. Guernica
When Picasso threw her over for the much younger Françoise Gilot in 1943, Maar suffered a complete mental collapse, followed by nun-like seclusion.
"After Picasso," she famously declared, "only God." Lest it should be thought that Picasso had things entirely his own way, the case of Gilot is instructive. This young aspiring artist – just 21 when they met – seems to have handled Picasso's cruelties and perversities with amazing deftness, and was the only woman to leave him entirely voluntarily, with her dignity more or less intact. She bore him two children, with whom they lived a relatively normal family life for nine years. But was this domestic stability good for Picasso's art? While he captured Gilot's features in a series of radiant drawings and etchings, this was the period of his greatest fame, when his millionaire life on the Cote d'Azur was cut off from external reality, and it was all too easy for the artist to "play Picasso" in art and life.
The last of Picasso's great loves was, on the face of it, the one most in control. Picasso created more than 400 portraits of the demure Jacqueline Roque, who he married in 1961. The most memorable imbue her sharp features with a watchful, almost classical stillness that harks back to his Blue period paintings of nearly 70 years before. Roque, you feel, was the one who finally got Picasso to behave, and created a tranquil base for his last years.
Yet even her story ended in tragedy. In 1986 she killed herself, 13 years after Picasso's death. Like the other six women, she had collaborated in what is arguably the greatest artistic oeuvre of all time. Whether it was worth the pain, only she would be able to say.
Picasso: a lifetime in muses:
(1881-1966; with Picasso 1904-1911)
After an abusive childhood and a violent teenage marriage, Olivier escaped into
bohemia, and took up with Picasso during his most revolutionary phase – though
she never saw the point of cubism. Picasso failed to suppress her lively memoir
Picasso et ses Amis, but paid her a small pension provided the second volume
didn't appear till after his death. Paris
(1885-1915; with Picasso 1911-1915)
Born as Marcelle Humbert, she was the girlfriend of fellow artist Louis Marcoussis when Picasso became involved with her in 1911. Little is known of the frail Eva. While Picasso later claimed he knew greater contentment with her than anyone else, he carried on an affair as Eva lay dying of tuberculosis in 1915.
(1891-1954; with Picasso 1917-1935)
Picasso's Ukrainian first wife, and the mother of his eldest child Paulo, was a dancer with Diaghilev's Ballets Russes, and one of the few people of either sex to stand up to the artist. After their separation in 1935, she bombarded him with hate mail. But since Picasso refused to divide his assets with her, as required by French law, they never divorced.
(1909-1977; with Picasso 1927-1936)
Picasso met the blonde 17 year-old outside the Galeries Lafayette department store in
in 1927, but kept their affair secret
for eight years. She gave him a daughter, Maia, in 1935, at about the time she
was supplanted in Picasso's affections by Dora Maar. She hanged herself in
(1907-1997; with Picasso 1936-1944)
Born Henriette Theodora Markovitch, of Croatian and French descent. A talented artist and photographer, this Surrealist icon – powerfully portrayed by Man Ray – had a tragic air, caused, Picasso believed, by her inability to have children. She ended her days surrounded by dust-encrusted relics of her time with Picasso.
(b.1921; with Picasso 1944-1953)
This level-headed law student abandoned her studies in favour of art and began an affair with Picasso at 21. She gave him two children, Claude and Paloma, and recalled their nine-year relationship in the best-selling Life with Picasso. Later married to American vaccine pioneer Jonas Salk, she still paints.
(1927-1986; with Picasso 1954-1993)
A sales assistant in the Madoura Pottery Studio in Vallauris, where Picasso created his ceramics, Jacqueline met Picasso in 1954, when she was 27, and became his second wife in 1961. While she quarrelled with his children over the division of his estate, they collaborated in the creation of the Musée Picasso. She shot herself in 1986.