- Oil on canvas
- 72" x 60"
"Most people can today no longer expect to receive consolation from art. The refined, the rich, the distillers of quintessence (art critics) desire only the peculiar, the eccentric, the scandalous in today's art. And I myself, since the advent of cubism, have fed these fellows what they wanted, and satisfied these critics with all the ridiculous ideas that have passed through my head. The less they understood them, the more they admired me through amusing myself with all these absurd farces, I became celebrated... but when I'm alone, I do not consider myself to be an artist at all. Not in the grand old meaning of the word, Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt and Goya, they were great painters. I am only a public clown. I have understood my time and have exploited the imbecility, the vanity, the greed of my contemporaries. It is a bitter confession of mine, much more painful than it may seem, but at least and at last it does have the merit of being honest." - Pablo Picasso