Artist & Illustrators magazine asked Picasso’s grandson how many works his grandfather created. He replied:
“It is quite difficult to answer but we are almost able to say that since he was very young he made 2 or 3 works every day. But in his personal collection there were 2000 paintings, 12000 drawings, 300 sculptures, 4000 ceramics, a few thousand print objects.
His attitude was if you want to do something, just do it.”
My mind travelled back to Midsummer’s Eve, when I had walked on the beach at Black Rock in West Wales. It was the most wonderful night of my life. The moon was full, its myriad rays dancing across the tranquil ocean and rippling gently at the water’s edge.
Behind me, the dunes loomed out of the gathering darkness, like weird ethereal spectres in the night. The sand shimmered around me, a mirage of palpating, vibrant, golden energy. The star-spangled indigo heavens stretched majestically above me, a tapestry of cascading starlight interwoven with moonbeams.
The moment was both hypnotic and sublime. I was delirious with joy as I walked, barefoot, my mind unencumbered, my heart bathed in rapture. There was truly magic in the air that night.