A lost Picasso timeslips to a student house in Liverpool

The news as reported by the Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo 

“Darlings! A revelation from the Cubist cosmos! A lost Picasso—reborn in flamingo form—has pirouetted into our plane! Three divine dancers, all beak and bravado, captured mid-sashay in fractured geometry and unapologetic plumage. It’s not just art—it’s avian transcendence!"

It is believed to be from Picasso's very brief 'pink' period. It lasted 1 painting.

The painting suddenly appeared last Tuesday morning at a student house in Liverpool. 


The Discovery

In Liverpool’s quiet student flat,  
Where toast burns slow and socks fall flat,  
A shimmer split the kitchen air—  
A portal pulsed beside the chair.  

From folds of time, with feathers flared,  
Three flamingos, boldly squared,  
Danced out in hues of blush and grace,  
Picasso’s dream with beaky face.  

Their limbs were lines, their wings askew,  
In fractured pink and cobalt blue,  
They twirled past mugs and laundry piles,  
Abstracted joy in Cubist styles.  

The student blinked, then raised a brow,  
“Is this... a painting? Or a vow?”  
The birds just bowed, then struck a pose—  
Art had arrived, in flamingo clothes.  

And ever since, that humble room  
Hums with a strange, flamboyant bloom—  
Where time bends back and paint can prance,  
And flamingos teach the world to dance.  

Enquiry

Experts initially questioned this picture with claims that Picasso's favourite colour was blue so he wouldn’t paint flamingos.

The painting itself replied "Dont block your aesthetic thinking."

The Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo was delighted by the new theory of Picasso's pink period and Aesthetic thinking.

“Aesthetic thinking? Darlings, it’s the only kind of thinking worth doing. It’s how I choose my socks, my sunsets, and my existential crises.

To think aesthetically is to flirt with the cosmos. Anything less is just paperwork.”

This is the 2nd new Picasso to appear suddenly from another dimension via a space time portal.

The 1st being a Maharaja Blues trio painting believed to be based on a performance at Aberjazz from Fishguard Yacht Club from 2025 but painted in 1925.


Thanks to @vijayaraghavan.nair.54 on threads for the inspiration.

And Picasso for painting The Three Dancers in June 1925. It now hangs in the Tate Gallery, London 


Five Dancers / Take Five

As we are here you will find great interest in: 

Five Dancers by the great flamingo artist Pablo Flamingo. This picture inspired by Dave Brubeck's Take Five and his human namesake Pablo Picasso.

Pablo Flamingo’s Five Dancers—a surreal ballet of plumage and syncopation. If we imagine this painting as a visual riff on Dave Brubeck’s Take Five, the connections start to shimmer like spotlight shards on a custard-coated stage.

🎷 Rhythmic Inspiration from Take Five
Brubeck’s piece is famous for its 5/4 time signature—offbeat, hypnotic, and slightly rebellious. The flamingo dancers echo that spirit:
- Five dancers = five beats per measure  
- Their poses are asymmetrical, each flamingo caught mid-motion, like a visual syncopation  
- The spotlight slices diagonally, mirroring the angular phrasing of Brubeck’s piano and saxophone interplay

🦩 Cubist Jazz Ballet
Picasso fractured form; Brubeck fractured rhythm. The painting channels both:
- Geometric background = visual counterpoint to Brubeck’s layered instrumentation  
- Flamingos’ curved necks and extended wings = melodic lines, bending and stretching across the canvas  
- Stage floor’s warm tones = the groove, the pulse, the heartbeat of the jazz quintet

🎭 Emotional Tone
Take Five is cool, detached, yet deeply expressive. The flamingos—poised, elegant, slightly aloof—embody that same mood. They’re not just dancing; they’re performing a ritual of rhythm, each pose a beat, each glance a syncopated breath.




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