An artist 1967

Pablo Picasso created this painting, using oil on canvas. Look at those dominant blues, like a faded denim jacket. I bet Picasso put on some music, squeezed out the paint, and just went for it. Think about the energy it must have taken to make those looping, squiggly lines that make up the figure's features. I wonder if he was wrestling with how to represent someone, knowing full well he could never truly capture them. The paint is applied thinly, almost like watercolor in some areas, allowing the canvas to breathe. That thick, black line that forms the nose—it’s so bold, so sure of itself. I imagine him stepping back, squinting, adding another stroke, then another. It reminds me of other portraits by Picasso, where he's playing with perception, memory, and the sheer joy of making marks. We're all just riffing off each other, trying to figure out this crazy thing called painting. Each brushstroke is a question, a possibility, a conversation with every painting that came before.