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It was not easy to be an attendant at the court of King Pablo, for Picasso, ‘with his fringe of white hair round the back of his head, his never tiring black eyes, his red shirt, is always the centre of everyone’s thoughts, especially as everyone else’s movements depend on his and no one, not even he, knows what it will be’. It was no easier to be King Pablo:
P. wanting everyone to enjoy themselves started making masks with the tablecloths and most of the guests put them on, but some began to smuggle them under the table as valuable souvenirs. P., seeing this, looked around with an angry face and, collecting all the masks, crumpled them up and threw them into the sea.
When his every doodle brought the price of a good-sized house, it was hard to separate genuine friends from vultures waiting to feed off the artist’s leavings.
In the 1920s Penrose studied art in Paris, under André Lhôte, an admirer of Picasso. He then married Valentine Boué, a poet and friend of the Surrealists, and through her became friends with Max Ernst, André Breton and Paul Eluard. In 1937 he was a prime mover in the great Surrealist exhibition held in London (where Dali lectured in a deep-sea diver’s suit). That same year, he bought his first Picasso, and soon he had the most important collection of Picassos in Britain, as well as pictures by Ernst, de Chirico, Dali, Miró and others. By the end of the war, Penrose had given up painting except for his own pleasure, and instead devoted his life to making modern art accessible and comprehensible. He founded the ICA, and, most importantly, championed his hero to such a degree he became known in the press as ‘the Picasso Man’.
Penrose ‘translated’ Picasso for the British public, and Elizabeth Cowling shows just how much anguish went into this Herculean task, how much hurt, how much rejection Penrose absorbed in the pursuit of his aim — the greater glory of Picasso. Yet there were also rewards: Picasso once told of a recurring anxiety dream, in which he arrived in England with no money. The distress was dispelled only when he dreamed that he ‘decided to search for his friend Penrose’. At times Penrose can sound like a schoolgirl with a crush. But while not many ages are fortunate enough to have heroes like Picasso, even fewer heroes are blessed with hero-worshippers of such integrity and seriousness of purpose as Penrose.