Reminds me of this statement.
“When I am alone with myself, I have not the courage to think of myself as an artist in the great and ancient sense of the term. Giotto, Titan, Rembrandt, and Goya were great painters. I AM ONLY A PUBLIC ENTERTAINER who has understood his times and has exhausted, as best he could, the imbecility, the vanity, the cupidity of his contemporaries. Mine is a bitter confession, more painful than it may appear, but it has the merit of being sincere.”—Pablo Picasso
So the measured dirt mounds exhibit really happened! I always thought that was a popular urban myth that stuck, like ‘seeing Russia from my window’. Wonder how much she charged in somebody sneezed and shifted the dirt around. Or perhaps it was meant to be a ‘living sculpture’, left vulnerable to changes, both random and deliberate.
A three card monty game — of “I buried Paul?”