The human mind is delightful. It turns inspiration to art, perception to reality, emotions to rationale, faith to truth, and truth to cliche.
The memories of the trip to Spain (chronicled to perfection by Rush in Spain Vignettes) still fresh and abound, I had been working on The Gift, reminiscing the wonders of Museu Picasso de Barcelona. Then on one weekend in the Burgh with Rush, I happened to see Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris. And there she was. The Muse. La Salchichona. Adriana.
I was convinced that Adriana, portrayed with such delicate sensibility by the gorgeous Marion Cotillard, was the name of an actual muse, and a lover, of Picasso, the one who had inspired the Woman in the Mantilla. I was certain for quite a while that the lady who had described the paintings in the Picasso Museum to the blind man, had said that the lovely lass in La Salchichona was named Adriana, and she was, perhaps, one of Picasso's lovers.
With effervescing with joy felt at the discovery of an uncanny coincidence, I mentioned to Rush, and at another time to Arj, that Adriana from the movie was the same girl from the painting. While polite enough to indulge me in my recounting of how it all lined up, they pointed to the lack of chronicled evidence that Adriana was inspired from a known muse of Picasso's. But to me it was indubitable. Marion greatly resembled the woman in La Salchichona, both of such spectacular beauty. The character in the movie was the muse and a lover in Picasso's. The girl in the painting was speculated to be a muse and a lover of the real man. And the lady in the museum (ref: The Gift) had said that the subject's name was Adriana. Or had she?
After Googling for hours, realization dawned upon me that my mind had played a fancy little trick fusing facts, fiction and wishful thinking into a beautiful, warped reality. The human mind is delightful.
I still call her Adriana.
The memories of the trip to Spain (chronicled to perfection by Rush in Spain Vignettes) still fresh and abound, I had been working on The Gift, reminiscing the wonders of Museu Picasso de Barcelona. Then on one weekend in the Burgh with Rush, I happened to see Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris. And there she was. The Muse. La Salchichona. Adriana.
I was convinced that Adriana, portrayed with such delicate sensibility by the gorgeous Marion Cotillard, was the name of an actual muse, and a lover, of Picasso, the one who had inspired the Woman in the Mantilla. I was certain for quite a while that the lady who had described the paintings in the Picasso Museum to the blind man, had said that the lovely lass in La Salchichona was named Adriana, and she was, perhaps, one of Picasso's lovers.
With effervescing with joy felt at the discovery of an uncanny coincidence, I mentioned to Rush, and at another time to Arj, that Adriana from the movie was the same girl from the painting. While polite enough to indulge me in my recounting of how it all lined up, they pointed to the lack of chronicled evidence that Adriana was inspired from a known muse of Picasso's. But to me it was indubitable. Marion greatly resembled the woman in La Salchichona, both of such spectacular beauty. The character in the movie was the muse and a lover in Picasso's. The girl in the painting was speculated to be a muse and a lover of the real man. And the lady in the museum (ref: The Gift) had said that the subject's name was Adriana. Or had she?
After Googling for hours, realization dawned upon me that my mind had played a fancy little trick fusing facts, fiction and wishful thinking into a beautiful, warped reality. The human mind is delightful.
I still call her Adriana.
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