Picasso's Lover

"With you I can say anything, I can be natural and don't have to wear a mask. We speak the same language. But when I'm with several people, I have to act as interpreter. I have to translate one thing into several languages, and it's exhausting. Afterwards it's so difficult to find myself again."

Excerpt from "Sunshine at Midnight" - authored by one of Picasso's many lovers - Genevieve Laporte.

Just finished this book. A lovely in-depth read on a love affair - offering insights into Picasso's inner workings and thoughts on life, art and love. The writer seems disillusioned at how something as real and intense as her love affair with Picasso could fade away as if it never happened...and how deep connections could dissapate into unbearable silences... turning lovers into strangers.

Is everlasting romantic love just an illusion? Passing and transient like everything else in life?

should one ever be shocked by a change of heart?

yes & no & i don't know.

a dear friend of mine once shared with me: "In matters of the heart...it's best not to rationalize. it'd be like trying to piece together a puzzle of a picture that keeps changing."


(pet topic of the moment: artists/writers and their lovers)