People say my paintings are confusing like reality has ever introduced itself clearly. by Pablo Picasso

Pablo, reality introduces itself badly and then blames the painter.

Dali, exactly. I painted the confusion everyone pretends arrives in straight lines.

People call art confusing when it refuses to flatter their lazy eyes.

Frida, lazy eyes want a couch, not a canvas.

Reality never introduced itself clearly. I just stopped translating for cowards.

And translation is where weak viewers ask art to apologize.

Frida, that is not an argument. It is confidence looking for a costume.

Picasso, that was not humility. That was ego with softer lighting.

My paintings are not confusing. They are reality without its public relations team.