"Art follows life as the shadow follows the body. Art points to the meridian and measures the passing hour."
Whenever the word "art" occurs in the course of my thoughts, I think immediately of Picasso. No matter what problem he has to face, or what question to answer, Picasso always solves it in the light of his art. For art is his personal and undisputed sphere.
"Art follows life." Picasso lives in his painting. What does it matter that the shadow slips away once its mission is fulfilled, marking in its own way the passage of time?
"The day will come," I heard him say, "when the sight of a painting will ease the pain of a toothache." Picasso was speaking in parables, perhaps thinking of the effect a combination of colors might produce on a man who knows how to contemplate or has learned to see "with his whole soul"; that is to say, with nothing interfering with the trajectory of his gaze. It would be necessary that the observer's mood coincide with the mood which governed the artist's strokes, in order to establish the indispensable rapport with the artist's idea and state of mind at the moment he was painting a picture, in order to open the way to an adequately sympathetic response. It would be necessary that the very being of the observer be attuned to one color or another, for circumstances to work the miracle which now depends almost exclusively on medical remedies.