More Women for Picasso!
Posted by paulpriestley on 16, February 2009
Just before Christmas I was in Hereford, doing my bit in a restaurant named after my compatriot, Miro. Why they named it after him rather than me, I shall never know. Still, I suppose the English have their reasons. About 40 people were having a celebration, they had just finished dessert when I breezed in and announced myself, as I usually do, as the greatest painter of all time. They were surprised, but after they had got over their shock, they were more than happy to help me tell the incredible story of my life.
As you know I am a passionate, volatile person. I love my art and I love my women, they are my inspiration. As the evening progressed the women of Hereford played their parts well and we had lots of fun. The men, well played their part too.
But I digress. They begged me to draw, so I did. I showed them how to draw a face as though it was looking in different directions. They did well, not quite as good as the greatest painter in the world of course, but they’d had a few drinks. Nevertheless, I thought the best one deserved a prize.
It was a great evening. I liked the English señoras.
Pablo Picasso
