The Acorn-ist

Perhaps you have seen that documentary in which Pablo Picasso slathers his brush across a piece of glass attached to the camera lens? I believe the film is called "The Mystery of Picasso" (although the only Picasso mystery as far as I'm concerned is why his paintings are only worthless in one sense of the word). Well, anyway, I had a similar experience to watching "The Mystery of Picasso" on the subway this morning - and it lasted about as long too! - as I was forced to observe a woman in the seat directly opposite me laboriously slather red lipstick across her mouth, shade her drooping eyelids blue, and scrub rouge into her cheeks.
And it was these puffed-up cheeks that once again reminded me how closely a woman applying cosmetics resembles a squirrel devouring a nut: there is a flurry of intense activity immediately followed by a moment of frozen concentration; a quick glance left; a swift glance right; and then the instanteous resumption of intense activity followed by another moment of frozen concentration; a quick glance left;a swift glance right; and then the instantaneous resumption of intense activity ... and so on and on.

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[Blimpish]

Not that I know about such things on the whole, but his early paintings were good.