Surviving Picasso Page #3

"My own tears would

mean nothing to me

"if I could stop you

from shedding even one.

I love you."

Papa loves us, Maya.

Then why doesn't

he live with us?

Why does he only

come on Sundays?

Well, he's very busy all week.

Everyone wants his paintings,

so he has to work

terribly hard.

He's doing it for us.

To earn money for us.

Francoise:
Picasso had met Marie-therese

when she was 17 years old.

She was so simple that

she'd never even heard of him.

He had to show her his

photograph in a popular magazine

to prove to her

that he was famous.

His paintings of Marie-therese

are all about making love.

They are full of

sensuality, of sexuality.

But I suppose

she wasn't very intelligent

and he got bored with her.

And that was when

dora maar entered his life.

His early portraits of dora

were as tender and lyrical

as those of Marie-therese

when he first loved her,

though in much stronger colors,

black hair glistening

with blues and Greens

to express dora's

much stronger character.

But within a few years, he had

tortured dora out of shape

and turned her

into the weeping woman

with bulging eyes

and swollen nostrils

and lashes that

had become teardrops.

She lived around

the corner from him,

and he showed up at her studio

whenever it suited him.

So she spent her days

and nights waiting for him.

She was psychologically

his prisoner,

and once he actually

painted her behind bars

with a crust of bread

and a jug of water.

That picture no longer exists.

He painted over it.

But her misery remained.

More insects for you.

This is how you wake up

one morning, like kafka.

What has happened to you?

I was attacked.

A man attacked me

and stole my bicycle.

When was this?

Just now.

He attacked me

and stole my bicycle.

We must inform the police.

I told them,

but they said the

assailant is within.

He's you.

You're my assailant.

Pull yourself together.

You may be a great painter,

but morally you're worthless.

You live an evil life.

You have contaminated

the whole world.

That's exactly

what my critics say.

Who have you been reading?

I'm thinking of you and your salvation.

You have to be saved.

Well, you save me.

No, don't you see?

I can't. Corruption

is eating me up, too.

I'm like a rotted

tooth in your mouth.

It's not your fault.

It's not my fault...

it's God's fault. No!

Ask to be forgiven. We

must pray together.

If we don't pray,

we are doomed, doomed together.

Don't you understand? We

are one soul before God.

Pray together.

One soul, and

we'll be redeemed.

Slow, slow, slow.

Slow down! Shh!

Just calm down.

Calm.

There.

We'll go see Dr. Lacan.

Don't make me leave you!

No, I'll take you.

Of course I will.

I'll take you. You just need

some rest, that's all, hmm?

Not without you.

No, no, no, I'm going with you.

I'm going with you.

Picasso:
Dora's weak.

She cracked under the strain.

Francoise:
Under

the strain of you.

You should be helping her,

not hurting her more.

It's only human not to peck

a weaker person to death.

No. What is human is to

be strong and survive.

The rest is

sentimental rubbish.

Anyway, there's nothing

between dora and me anymore.

She'll tell you herself.

Come on. It's not much further.

I don't want to go.

Huh? She's expecting us.

I thought you felt

so terribly sorry for her.

Exactly. That's why

I don't want to go.

My God, what's the

matter with you, huh?

Huh, I'm doing this for you,

don't you understand?

I'm a man of deep feelings.

You have no feelings. You

know nothing about love.

You're as cold as a fish.

I'll throw you in

the sea and warm you up.

What's the matter with you?

An exaggerated sense of humor.

"I don't want to go."

Mmm.

Come. "I don't want to go."

"I don't want to go."

"I don't want to go."

The tension between negative

and positive shapes is...

Very strong.

She's intelligent, isn't she?

I really like

intelligent women.

Sometimes.

Of course,

I like stupid ones, too.

I take it you've

come for something other

than to study my paintings.

That's right. The point is,

I'm trying to make francoise

come and live with me,

but she says she won't

because of you.

Shh!

What do I have to do with it?

Exactly.

You heard it yourself.

She has nothing to do with it.

Because there is nothing

between her and me.

Tell her.

No, absolutely nothing.

Then that's settled.

Everyone knows

where they stand.

Oh, yes.

Everyone always knows where

they stand with you.

She's not going to last

15 minutes with you.

Perhaps she thinks

you'll immortalize her.

Don't raise her hopes.

Picassos may turn out

to be no more immortal

than the skeleton of some

extinct bird of prey.

Hmm.

Come and have dinner with us.

You should be glad that

I'm in a good mood again

and in love.

You've never loved

anyone in your life.

Psst!

You even hate yourself.

Dora is quite a

psychologist, you know.

Come on, I'll take you to lipp

and feed you Sauerkraut.

So, where are you

going this summer?

If you're not going to

menerbes, we might.

You'll like menerbes.

It's on a cliff.

It belonged to one of

Napoleon's generals.

It belongs to me.

That's right.

I gave it to dora.

The owner wanted

a painting of mine,

so we made an exchange.

His house for my painting.

The owner's wife was

killed in a car crash.

That's why he couldn't

bear the place anymore.

I think it's haunted

by that poor dead woman.

Don't say these things.

Anyway, if you're not

going there this summer,

we might. Francoise and I.

But if it's

dora's house, then I...

it's a present.

I gave it to her.

Tell her, dora.

Yes, it's my house

which he gave to me,

as his present to me.

It's full of scorpions

as you'll find out.

Shake out your shoes

in the morning

before putting them on.

Little scorpions...

Zzzz. Ch ch ch.

Look at that, look!

I love wild cats.

They're always pregnant because

they think of nothing but love.

All these cats

ever get to eat is lizards.

Then the lizards

eat them from inside.

That's why they are so thin.

Francoise!

Francoise, look!

Watch!

Look, look, look!

Aah!

Francoise:
That was

the sort of scene he loved:

Only men with scarcely

a woman in sight.

It was the only bastille day

I had ever seen

where there was

no dancing at all.

"Thank God for that,"

Picasso said.

He hated dancing.

To sleep with as many women

as possible,

that was fine.

But to dance with them...

That was immoral.

Huh?

Thank you.

From grandma?

What does she want?

Huh?

From Marie-therese, I suppose?

Yeah, she's so sweet,

writing to me every day.

"There's only one you, my

wonderful, terrible lover.

"No one else in the entire

world, not even Maya.

I live for you

with every breath."

You would never write

to me like that.

No, I wouldn't.

Marie-therese really loves me.

She's a real woman.

Look above you.

Hey! What are you doing?

I'm hitchhiking to marseilles,

and from there

I'm going to Algeria.

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