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Picaso



Picaso
Okay.
I don't like Picaso. 
Everyone I've ever talked to about him, with the exception of people who don't care for art at all, always love Picaso! When I went to the Picaso exhibit.... it was so popular. I've never seen the museum so very full. I wandered about sneaking up on people as one does in the crowd. 
I'd ask, "So what do you like about Picaso?"
Stranger: "Well, he's so interesting."
Me: "How so? What do you see?"
Stranger: *melts away as one does in a crowd*
Picaso is on my mind this morning because I got up and he's the subject of a professor lecturing on 
Joy de Vivre is rather lovely in comparison. 
So I'm listening to this lecture, trying to hard to get some meaning out of Picaso. How can I be like the only human who really doesn't 'get' Picaso? 
There's a pic of his doves from 1957... the composition doesn't echo anger, discord... I think he liked his pet doves in ways that he never really liked any of his other subjects. I think he really hated other people's art, even when he was making new versions of it. 
I wonder if there's an echo of that dislike of humans in my fantasy work... as I remake humans into my perfect understanding of them. I really don't like that interpretation. I prefer to think that writing fantasy is about a feeling of exclusion, of finding one's place in the world through connection to universal experience which crosses cultural groups. 
What do you all think of Picaso?

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