1687. It is a universal phenomenon: who does not prefer childhood to old age, and who does not remember with fondness ones own youth. So it is with culture. You can be sure that Picasso when he was old surely looked back with pride on all the things he did in his long life, but like everyone else, he would have liked the blue period best, along with all those paintings he did was he was still Pablo, before he became “Picasso,” and had to crank his signature out on pottery and countless prints.
1688. Coromo did not find any explanation on the Internet as to why his pictures were signed Koromo, and why they were being sold for seven thousands dollars somewhere in “The Village”, which was actually a small gallery in Greenwich Village. Please don’t go getting indignant about the price of seven thousand dollars for a picture that two years previously had been sold by Coromo for one dollar to Tallulah. You remember Tallulah I hope.
1689. We have to look at those seven thousand dollars, not from the point of view of Coromo, for whom one dollar was a significant amount of money, and for whom the recent sale of his work for two hundred dollars, that had happened three times already, was causing him for the first time in his life to begin to dream of buying a 1983 Ford Thunderbird sedan.
1690. The Thunderbird was not running now, but it was running when it was put into storage ten years ago. The body was mostly in good shape, although missing some of its chrome, and as far as the engine not turning over, it was probably not seized up, because it had started and “purred like a kitten” the owner had told him, only two years ago.