My father and mother took their children to Pablo Picasso paintings during the 60s. My father inspected one drawing and said that I was as skilled as the Spaniard. I wished it was true. My war paintings had won honorary mention at the diocesan art show in 1964. Picasso at that age was studying with his father in figure drawing and oil painting. His old man believed in traditional forms of art and his son honored his father by painting as if he were a child.
Most of those childhood paintings were lost during the Civil War, but now that I'm moving to Europe I have decided to hunt the lost collection of childhood Picasso. They have to be worth millions.
Just the other day a New Jersey man wandered into a San Francisco gallery and clipped a drawing off the wall. the police caught the thief thanks to a video camera in a bar. He wasn't drinking only walking by the establishment.
The 1965 drawing titled "Tete de Femme" looks like it could have been done by a child on LSD, then again that was Picasso's gift. To be a man yet a child.
His baby finger-paintings have to be somewhere and somewhere is a place I usually find myself if I'm not careful.
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