/lit/ - Literature

Picasso had talent as a painter. Maybe he wasn't the very best, but he had skill.

Then, halfway through his career, he made a groundbreaking realization: namely, that people don't know what the fuck they're looking at, and you can get away with almost anything once you're an established artist.

The Beatles experimented with phenomenon this in their song The Walrus. The lyrics were pure nonsense, just a random mish mash of words, with the intent of mocking art school students and music critics and to see what idiotic bloated interpretations they would come up with.

People never want to be out of the loop. They never want to feel like there's something present that they don't understand, so they tend to make up patterns even when none are present, like a pareidolia of meaning. The true genius of Picasso is that he understood this, and he produced absolute shit, garbage, low effort works in manipulation of this retarded human tendency. He was the ultimate artistic shitposter, better than Captain Beefheart, better than The Beatles. He made a mockery of pretentious art faggots and to this day people defend his hideous finger paintings as if they have merit. Pablo Picasso, I applaud you. Bravo.