A painter, a man, a genius. Picasso was a man for whom painting meant seeing, and who better than anyone else "saw" his century. A visionary, yes. Committed body and soul to his absolute. A public man whose tumultuous existence always fascinated the crowds, he was also a fierce, secret, unpredictable character. From the first pigeons pencilled in Málaga to the blue and pink periods, from the crazy years in Montmartre to the Demoiselles d'Avignon, from the surrealist explosion to Guernica, from weeping women to the flower-woman, he was the one who said without respite: "I don't look for, I find.
Marie-Laure Bernadac and Paule du Bouchet retrace the destiny of a man who marked the twentieth century with a fiery imprint.
