Le déjeuner sur l’herbe On a far wall of the Musee d’Orsay Manet was hung and was surrounded by Picasso’s crude imitation of the same naked lakeside lunch that caused such a stir then. Now on November’s free entrance Sunday I’m standing in front of a grotesque woman with elephant tits and four shades of something called grass like this is a message Picasso sent to me that says ‘don’t you get it? look at how new, look at how abstract I am, look at that Manet dying on the wall.’
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