Picasso’s work spans an incredible range of styles and complex construction. look up the images he produced as a teenager and in his twenties, start from there and watch a progression of unparalleled talent, most of us who are poor in aptitude wish we could possess a mere fraction of his vision, even though many of his works were uneven and even monstrous, some are incredible inventions of extraordinary insight and beauty.
I believe you will find more than a handful of examples you will enjoy.
Remember its only art.
“Art is long, life is short.”
The cult of Picasso, like most twentieth-century art, is a massive fraud. In my fairly well-informed opinion, Tom Wolfe was correct when he wrote in The Painted Word,
...a few fashionable people discovered their own uses of [Modern Art]. It was after the First World War the modern and modernistic came into the language as exciting adjectives...By 1920, in le monde*, to be fashionable was to be modern, and Modern Art the new spirit of the avant-garde were perfectly suited for that vogue.
Picasso was a case in point. Picasso did not begin to become Picasso, in the art world or in the press, until he was pushing forty and painted the scenery for Diaghilev's Russian ballet in London in 1918. Diaghilev & Co. were a tremendous succès de scandale in fashionable London. The wild dervishing of Nijinsky, the lurid costumes - it was all too deliciously modern for words. The Modernistic settings by Picasso, André Derain, and (later on) Matisse, were all part of the excitement, and le monde loved it. "Art," in Osbert Lancaster's phrase, "came once more to roost among the duchesses."
Picasso, who had once lived in the legendary unlit attic and painted at night with a brush in one hand and a candlestick in the other - Picasso now stayed at the Savoy, had lots of clothes made on Bond Street nearby, went to all the best parties (and parties were never better), was set up with highly publicized shows of his paintings, and became a social lion...
Picasso was a magnificent businessman and promoter. He was an actor. He led a gigantic farce. But the fundamental premise--the idea that what is original is good despite its evident ugliness--is a corrupting, decadent idea. There is a reason that the Left embraces such garbage and assails traditional concepts of beauty and goodness. Surely, as a conservative, you recognize how Orwellian and destructive to society it is to call this dung good, as the Left does.
“Art is long, life is short.”
Most “art” is crap. Life is real.