sophia

picasso was growing weary of brigitte bardot. the actress was beautiful but did not inspire him. her allure was so legendary that he had expected she would enter his studio ghosted by his new muse. sadly, the girl was alone. he did his best to be a good host, but really, there was nothing there for him. as the days passed picasso grew worried that he would never be visited by the ethereal again. all of his painting came directly from his brain and soon the tip of his brush wondered why the work was so hard.

he asked aloud to no one in particular why he had driven sophia away.