A man riding in the first-class cabin of a train in Spain is delighted to notice that he is riding with none other than Pablo Picasso.
He turns to Picasso and tells him ‘Senor Picasso, you are a great artist, but why is all your art, all modern art, so screwed up? Why don’t you paint reality instead of these distortions?’
Picasso then asks the man ‘So what do you think reality looks like?’
The man pulls out a picture of his wife from his wallet. ‘Here, like this. It’s my wife.’
Picasso looks at the photo and smiles. ‘Really? She’s very small. And flat, too.’
Reality is merely representation – that is why mine is different from yours. Change representation, and you change reality.