I was watching a show the other day when a Picasso quote I’d never heard was referenced:
It took me four years to paint like Raphael — but a lifetime to paint like a child.
My first reaction was shock that I’d never heard it before. My second was the embarrassment that it’s probably because I don’t read enough. My third?
Well, yeah.
I thought about the baseball card show I went to with Max and a few of his friends two days ago, and how awesome it was to see that world through 11-year-old eyes, that world that 35 years ago was my own 11-year-old nirvana, a world that on many days I wish I could still paint in.