ABSTRACT
While listening to the paper by Dr. Basch, I was reminded of a poem by Jacques Prevert which tells of an academic painter vainly trying to paint a still life of an apple. The painter is obviously perceiving the apple through the prism of centuries of tradition in still-life painting. So he paints, rubs out, repaints, but all in vain—he seems never quite able to catch the apple in its essential self, its veritable appleness. At that moment Picasso wanders by, sizes up the scene in a moment, walks over, picks up the apple, and takes a bite out of it. And the apple says: Thank you, Picasso!
