
But, in this tender series of drawings, Picasso created her essence in a very, very few simple lines. He did these sketches (or etched them, which is about the same thing), in the first few years that he knew her, and I once had one of the prints from a limited edition.

That is, he didn't capture her essence, but his idea of it. She was, undoubtedly, a lovely lady.
Here is a sketched etching of her (I've been vandal enough to put a Technicolor background to it.)
Picasso's artistic shorthand was amazing; here are a very few simple short lines, giving the very essence of the woman he loved.
"The sketch is like a tree; a trunk growing up from the narrow neck to fruit in abundance".
(No it isn't; he drew the face first, and the neck afterward; but why not give a bit of desconstructionable bullshit).
And just look at those simple, simple lines; total and absolute confidence in exactly where they will go, and exactly what they will shape.
Picasso really was a faux naïf genius, and I'll go on to say a bit more about him in later posts.
Francoise went on, from Picasso, to marry Dr. Jonas Salk, the co-inventor of the polio vaccine. For one woman to marry two geniuses (genii?) in a lifetime is a more than considerable achievement.
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