according to merriam-webster:
"cub·ism (kyü-ˌbi-zəm) - is a style of art that stresses abstract structure at the expense of other pictorial elements especially by displaying several aspects of the same object simultaneously and by fragmenting the form of depicted objects”
if you were scratching your head in the beginning and scratching your head after reading that definition, you are not alone in this journey to understand cubism. i don’t have the best definition or understanding of it, but i get it, sort of. i remember reading somewhere that picasso didn’t want people to grasp the concept of cubism at first glance and then move onto another painting. i think he wanted the painting to grab his audience and pull them into his world for a moment. so, to understand cubism a little more watch this video:
cubism breaks the perspective rules and it is meant to be an object or idea presented in multiple viewpoints at once. before you break the rules, you must learn, understand and know how to use each of them.
above, i put a different perspective in it’s own section starting from first point and ending in the fifth. i have heard that there is a sixth, but i don’t want to go there right now.
I can look at a picture or an object and copy it with great precision. But, to pull a figure, a pose or an object out of nothing, from my mind, is another matter. It has been a challenge for several years now. One day I can free myself from those crutches.
I think I met one of the most beautiful women the other day. A rush of first breaths to the head after a long underwater swim. She looked like she was ready for some fun. Black short curly hair elongating her neck line. She only wore a softly scuffed looking X-Large, tailored slim, Levi blue jean button up shirt with the sleeves folded up and a pair of brownish cowgirl boots that matched her skin tone, which by itself, had a hint of peach luminescence in the sunlight. Her body was filled out in all the right places as if to make up for her modest sized breasts. Breast size was never big deal to me.
I asked her what she was doing here and she replied, “I’m waiting for someone”.
"Lucky guy!" I said.
"Lucky gal!" She quickly replied with a small giggle.
My heart sank six feet below the floor pulling all the life’s juice out of my face with it. I was reaching deep within my bag of ‘game’ after that and she knew it. Nothing was penetrating her defenses.
After every one of her sentences,"stop looking at her legs!", I was thinking loudly to myself, as my eyes continued to drift down her neck towards them.
I reached in my pocket to grab my phone and try to inconspicuously catch a photo of her, but the battery was dead.
"FUCK!" I was thinking. I asked if I could quickly sketch her.
"Sure!", she said with a smile that could crumble the mightiest of nations in the middle of battle. One of the deepest dimples revealed itself on her right cheek. She had another one on the left side too, but it was not as deep. She was perfect. The strokes of my pencil, shifting between soft and heavy, were like small kisses of infinity.
Her girlfriend was done and we exchanged a short goodbye. I showed her the unfinished sketch and paused a moment to ask for her name, but I did not want to know. I would probably lose my mind trying to find her. That would be creepy as fuck for her, I would imagine. As she walked away I caught a whiff of her perfume, a wild Jasmine. Her girlfriend scooped her up and they both disappeared around the corner.