1932 was a prolific year for one of the most prolific artists of all time. Astonishingly, almost all the works on display in this simply yet effectively curated exhibition come from that one year.
Many of the works seems familiar, thanks to PP’s overexposure, but standing in front of the real thing is still an experience apart from seeing a postcard or poor reproduction. What struck me was the incredible clarity of thought he must have had when he paints – there’s a certainty about his work that matches the Picasso swagger and is incredibly appealing.
Thankfully it wasn’t too busy when I went, but this is only likely to get more crowded as it goes on.