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of my favorite Picasso pieces, for any number of reasons. One is the way
the hair turns into the arm, which has always looked more Escher than
Picasso to me. Another is how often I want to relax like that in the
afternoon. Finally, I have a blanket like that. It's wool, and my uncle
Layne used it to wrap a bunch of paperbacks he stole for my grandmother
out of the hotel in a western city where he was working. I use it to cover
and muffle and cushion things in my vehicle. I could hang it up for
decoration, but then I could do the same with the hundred-year-old quilt
my son sleeps under. But I think the ladies who sewed it wanted somebody
to sleep under it. If they saw me hanging it on the wall they would laugh
as if I'd used the drapes for bedsheets.
I wonder what the name of the Picasso is. |
