I don't believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.
I said they always come in threes. Thursday I randomly added Picasso's otherworldly Woman With a Helmet of Hair, 1904, to my sidebar and stated in Manor Macro that I had a bit of a crush on Pablo Picasso. Friday morning, I saw an article on Picasso's Weeping Woman: The Life and Art of Dora Maar by Mary Ann Caws, pulled the copy from my little library shelf, and added it to the leaning stack on my desk for another read. Friday afternoon, on my weekly ritual trip to the thrift store, what was in my path, but a big beautiful framed print of Picasso's Mother and Child, 1921, for $18. Perfect, since I collect mother and child images. Okay, Pablo, darling, what are you trying to tell me?