The night is dark, as I walk through the streets of Madrid. This city is certainly one of the most beautiful cities in Spain. Since I was little I’ve always wanted to paint a self portrait here. People see me as the painting prodigy, but never think of the story behind my art. What made me paint in Paris, or Rome, that is something unknown even for me.
All I know is that the mood of a place and the social life have made me a dreamer. What makes me paint people? I think it is the intellectuality behind them. I like meeting new people because they bring me new ideas of what to paint. Cafes’ in the Barcelona streets have inspirited many of my paintings
I’ve been through a number of styles like realism, caricature, the blue period, and the rose period. I’ve focus on people and their social life. This time I’ve decided to paint myself in here, in Madrid. As I walk through the many café’s I finally came up with the right place. It is a dark street in the center of the city across from the royal palace.
“I love Madrid!” I yelled proudly. People stared, but not many saw me through the dark street. I’ve spent three hours painting, and now I can finally admire my work. I will call it “Yo Picasso.” I saw in that painting the immortality in art, a painting is more than just colors, it’s a gift of life.