
1912, and Pablo Picasso in Paris, thinking: Okay, what next? Few years earlier painted a murderer, “Les Demoiselles d’Avignon.” People had thrown up their hands in alarm, his pals did not know what to say. Spurred by the scandal, which hit the variations on the theme challenging elbow-paintings, wood brown naked ladies, their bodies all facets of cutting ax, located . . . .
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