How does Art (whatever that means) happen? By inspiration? Perhaps? As a consequence of protracted inner jihad? Probably. But there are other sources. Picasso, like Shakespeare, simply stole most of his ideas, usually by wandering the studios of his fellow artists, seeing what they were working on, and going home to do the same thing himself, only rather better. I imagine Rembrandt with his kids, or Michelangelo with his boyfriend, looking for a suitable birthday or Christmas present to encourage their artistic interests, and finding whatever in their day was the equivalent of Painting By Numbers; and then, watching the recipient excitedly but incompetently make a complete mess of it, taking up a brush and doing their own version on whatever canvas happened to be the commission at the time. So Rembrandt reworked Caravaggio. So Michelangelo reworked Andrea del Sarto.
Myself, for this painting, I took the reverse route, my then teenage daughters being the ones who bought the colouring-in book to encourage my artistic interests, me who made the complete mess of it; but then, years later, scanned the mess into my computer, and had another go with the digital paintbrush.
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