Last night I saw  the very fine production of A Picasso at Miners Alley Playhouse in Golden with my friend Marsha who is back visiting from Mexico where she now lives.

For 80 minutes we watched an artist interact with an interrogator, and through their very enlightening and entertaining dialog gain insight into how adversity is converted into great art, and why opposites attract. One drawing features Picasso on a cross, and in these 80 minutes we see him pinned down and the portraits that are produced from adversity, ranging from the death of a friend to the bombing of a village and the personal insult of a spit in the face.

Set in a basement, set aside from the press of everyday life, much like the safe space of a therapists office, we in the audience become the adult watching the interplay between the adult and the child, the superego and the id, persecution, and the fight against materialism and despair. 
 
"The play was also about the effect of the Nazi regime on art. How it oppressed the art critic- but how the spirited artist resisted its influence," Marsha observed. She was not offended by the strong language in the play and she is, in my opinion, easily offended.


The Denver Post had this review of the play a couple of days ago:
http://www.denverpost.com/ci_13506709?source=rss