Saturday, April 5, 2008

Olga Khokhlova

This is Olga Khokhlova, portrait by Pablo Picasso. She was a Russian
ballerina, his first wife, who he married in 1918. This piece was printed
in the December 2007 issue of Vanity Fair. This portrait was
completely new to me and I was fascinated! It is obviously Picasso's
style, with the round shapes and large eyes. I think it is evident that
he incorporated some of his own features into her face; clearly a sign
that he was very much in love with her, early in the marriage before
all the emotional conflict began. The soft, suede like colors and
shading are so beautiful. This work reminds me of Reiner, a lovely girl
who was my daughter's friend in high school.


  1. Hi Willow..this is very beautiful and so know, most people know him by his more modern, fantasy and surrealism style painting...I prefer the art of his earlier years...thank you for a lovely post...have a nice weekend...Dee Dee

  2. Wow, I have never seen this picture before. I must have missed that issue of Vanity Fair. The features are so striking, and there is an overall softness and voluptuousness that is quite appealing. Picasso was such a complex artist, wasn't he. His works are so varied and yet his hand is unmistakable.

  3. Never seen this before, but immediately my favorite Picasso by far! I love it!

  4. Oh! I'm so thrilled to see that CD listed on the side, the songs of Reynaldo Hahn. I had a very talented young opera singer staying with me for a few months a couple of years ago, and that CD was one of her collection. It really is a complete delight.

    As for Picasso - did you see the recent bio-pic with Anthony Hopkins? It was very compelling.

  5. BP, Yes, this lovely CD, was introduced to me by my daughter, who is also a mezzo-soprano. It is one of my favorites.

    I agree, Anthony Hopkins was fabulous as Picasso! (is there any historical figure he can't morph himself into?) Sadly, this film has not been released on DVD...go figure...or should I say dagnabit?


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