Someone once remarked that Picasso had earned the right to present an eccentric view of reality, because he had already proved he was an artist. Even then it occurred to me he could just have been having a joke at everyone else's expense.
Years ago a friend of mine had a room in a big museum in Tel Aviv devoted to one of his creations, which was basically a pile of sand and some blocks of wood. I know he was sincere because he lived on the ground floor of my house and he spent weeks experimenting to get everything just the way he wanted it. But to me, after all his work, it still looked like a pile of sand and some blocks of wood
