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Friday, February 10, 2012

The Art Dealer

Picasso shared a taxi ride with a nice young man. The man asked him: why do you paint life so distorted and out of sync?

Picasso asked him in reply: how is life for you?

The young man pulls a photo of his young wife and says: this is my wife. She is beautiful.

Picasso noted: she is also very small and flat.

This is Picasso original Art Dealer. The man who believed. This is the person who understood Picasso's art to the point of pushing all the previous negative forecasts of gallery costs to a foreseen handsome profit.

He had to sit 30 times for this portrait. Picasso painted his partner to perfection, and every time Cubism overcame the figure breaking it in squared planes and merging them into the ether that surrounds him.

Another sitting and the more he wanted to express his face, art expressed itself. At the end, the portrait was that of Picasso. But the stern figure of his accountant, dealer, and passionate gallery owner emerges making sense of it all carrying Picasso's ideas like hurricane winds on his shoulders, and it couldn't be more accurate.