Alright, it's Friday again. Missed last week so here's two for this weekend :)
A wealthy man commissioned Pablo Picasso to
paint a portrait of his wife. Startled by the non-representational
image on the final canvas, the woman’s husband complained, “It isn’t how
she really looks.” When asked by the painter how she really looked, the
man produced a photograph from his wallet. Returning the photograph
Pablo observed, “Small, isn’t she?”
* * * * *
There was an artist who worked from a studio in his home. His model
showed up at the usual time and, after exchanging the usual small talk,
began to disrobe for the day’s work. The artist told her not to bother,
since he had a bad cold. He added that he would pay her for the day
anyway, but that she could just go home; he just wanted some hot tea
with lemon and honey.
The model said, “Oh, please, let me fix it for you. It’s the least I
can do.” He agreed, and told her to fix herself a cup as well. They were
sitting in the living room chatting and enjoying their tea, when he
heard the front door open and close, and then some familiar footsteps.
“Oh my!” he whispered loudly, “It’s my wife! Quick! Take all your
clothes off!”
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