i bought a book yesterday. it's called "Picasso, My Grandfather" by Marina Picasso. i'm almost done the whole book. it's one of those where it's so powerful, you can't put it down. this certainly was a powerful book. to Pablo Picasso, power and wealth was everything. even more than his family. just by reading the first couple of pages last night, i could tell what sort of man he was. i could say that he basically destroyed everyone of his immediate family members' lives: his wife Olga, his son Paulo, his daughter in law, and his grandchildren. Driven by only his own ambitions and needs, he disregarded all those who yearned for his love and attention. even in his death, he was alone, with only his then wife, Jacquline. Jacquline was... a bitch, basically. never allowed Pablo's son and grandchildren visit him, following him around like a stray puppy. made me think of how cruel this world really is. you could be the wealthiest man in the world, but such ignorance and lack of love will surely ruin what reputation you may have. in a sense, i guess reading this memoir made me realize how lucky i am, growing up wise. Marina and her brother Pablito have never known love throughout thier childhood. Depression, rage, and thoughts of hopelessness were what drove Pablito to his suicide. the only brght spot in their lives really was the fact that they had each other. but not even Marina could save him from this fate. and all this because of a name. i've never really been a fan of (Pablo) Picassoand his paintings, and after reading this book, i have lost so much respect for this man.


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well, Winds concert at 3. i really should go. Ian's playing in it, and i should go watch him, seeing as he always came to my concerts. it would be interesting.. hopefully. anyway... i'll finish this post later tonight.