Puzzling Picassos!

I love art. Any kind. Whether it’s scripting, painting, acting or any other, I wouldn’t mind giving my right arm to indulge or be a part of these works. Well, talking of giving one’s right arm, wasn’t it Vincent Van Gogh, the artist known for his works like Sunflowers, Starry Nights , The Café and so on, who, unable to bear the tension between him and his girlfriend, had actually cut off the lower part of his ear and gave it to a prostitute? Gruesome! I still find it hard to believe, but that’s what Van Gogh had actually done. I am at loggerheads as to who should be blamed for this. But knowing girls, I wouldn’t blame Van Gogh much for this. But if you take my personal opinion, I don’t think any girl’s worth an ear. Or a part of it. ;)

Well, only a couple of days ago, I was talking to another artist, whose works I greatly appreciate, about most eminent artists being imbalanced. No, not in their professional lives but in their personal lives. This artist, who lives a much deviated life himself, came up with another equally shocking and ghastly story. Picasso, I believe, used to frequent dubious places to quench his thirst for drinking. After one such no-holds-barred session, his friend, who was completely sloshed, approached him and asked him to do a painting. When enquired where the canvas was, the friend bared his back and handed him a knife. Without backing out, Picasso did a marvelous knife-carving on his friend’s back. This infamous skin sculpting, I suppose, is now carefully preserved. But no one is quite sure whether this work has gone under the hammer or not. Gruesome, isn’t it?!

If you ever peruse any of Picasso’s works, you would only scream: “These are not the works of an artist but of a juvenile delinquent or a retard.” Ironically, there are countless individuals who see the genius behind these obnoxious pieces. Some connoisseurs will part with half of their wealth without ever blinking eyes merely to posses one of these pieces.

That leaves ordinary individuals like me yearning to own a Picasso. What with the sky-high prices they are auctioned at, even if I seriously plan to own one, it would take years and years of toil apart from mortgaging ancestral property. I might even be compelled to rob a bank or two. ;) Consequently, I stumbled upon an idea. Why not make a replica. I know I could never ever match a Picasso. But the thought of walking in his tracks definitely lends a kind of high. Therefore, the above imitation.