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woman, super-rich, asked him to make a portrait of her. He said, "I don't paint portraits."
She said, "The price is not a question at all -- whatever you demand -- but I want a portrait from you, just because you don't do portraits! I want something unique; nobody will have a Picasso portrait in the whole world except me. I'm ready to pay whatever price you say, but you will have to do a portrait."
Picasso thought for a moment to himself, "Ask such an enormous amount that the woman will escape." So he said, "Five million dollars."
The woman said, "I will give you six. Start painting; I am already prepared."
Now he was caught, so he had to paint the portrait. When the portrait was complete, the woman said, "Everything is beautiful, but just tell me one thing: where is my nose? I cannot find it ...."
A nose is the very center of your face. If you can find a nose, then you can figure out where the eyes are, where the mouth is, where your ears are and everything. But without finding the center ....
The woman said, "Just tell me about the nose, everything else I will figure out!"
Picasso said, "I told you already that I don't do portraits, because this kind of problem always arises later on. I don't know where your nose is. I knew when I was painting, but now all that I know ... It is a beautiful painting, so many beautiful colors -- who cares about the nose? Just don't tell anybody that this is your portrait!"
Picasso, in a certain way, has come closer to mysticism than any other painter, because whatever he has painted is not to be understood, but only to be experienced. His colors, his combination of colors are just unbelievable. He has defeated God many times. But don't ask the meaning, don't ask the reason, don't bring it within the mind, just enjoy!
And you know it already, when you are enjoying a really good ice cream ... What do you call it? Tutti-frutti? You don't ask the reason! You don't ask the meaning. And when you go to Sarjano's place for pizza, do you ask, "What is the meaning of it?" Taste is enough. I don't even know what it is, because I never tasted it but I'm feeling saliva coming into
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