The Two Picassos — Beauty, Mastery, and the Courage to Become Unrecognizable
For years, Picasso posed a private annoyance. How could a man so universally called a genius have spent his life painting faces in the wrong places, bodies that appeared to have been folded before being seen? The objection was not sophisticated; it was almost childlike. Why had he never painted something beautiful, something complete and legible, something like Rembrandt? It was easy to grant the verdict of history while quietly suspecting that history had confused difficulty with greatness. …