

A writing that is drawn; a drawing that is written.
After a swim, on the beach at Golfe-Juan, we are talking about Chinese characters. A Chinese friend is drawing Chinese characters in the sand. Picasso has amused himself before by drawing his own ideograms in the sand: bulls, goats, faces of peace. He is fascinated by the interplay of Chinese characters, the strengths and economy of their construction.
"If I were born Chinese" says Picasso, "I would not be a painter but a writer. I'd write my pictures".
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