Saturday Art: "Dove of Peace", Lithograph on paper, by Pablo Picasso, 1949

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It is a long way from the time the dove represented the Holy Spirit, as it descended on Jesus. It has now acquired the quality of peace and tranquility that naturally tends to spread to others. Once an individual discovers peace within, it is accessing the source of peace which is boundless and all enveloping. So the person experiences peace inside out and exudes it in a manner others feel it too. 

Peace finds expression in various ways. We find it in the arts, music, dance and even expressed in literature. One of the most recognizable symbols of peace in art has been the "Dove of Peace", a lithograph on paper created by Pablo Picasso in 1949. It is the most widely recognised modern symbol of peace. 

Picasso’s rendition of the dove is striking in its simplicity. He employs minimal lines and shapes to capture the essence of the bird. The angular, abstract approach adds a contemporary relevance to the piece. Shades of Cubism, his trademark style, are also seen. The white of the dove represents purity and peace, while the black (blue) background symbolizes the vastness of the sky and the potential for global unity. 

A philosopher friend quoted:

"Piece of peace" is what you "think" you should be, "unfathomable tranquillity" is what you are. 

At the core of the dove's symbolism lies the essence of peace. As a universal symbol of tranquility, the dove radiates an aura of serenity and calm. The dove encourages us to seek peace within ourselves, to cultivate a heart that is free from turmoil, and to extend the spirit of reconciliation to others. 

The spiritual energy of the dove also encourages us to explore our inner depths, to cultivate a deeper connection with our higher self, and to align with our spiritual essence.

In this work of art by Picasso, he has conceptualised a beautiful representation of peace, that has struck a chord within the hearts of millions of people world over. With the flight the dove, the message of peace could not be shared better across humanity.

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