The painter Chiang Tai Chin had a show in Paris. He was so famous in China that his work were sold for millions of dollars, and he specialized in “Chinese landscape.”
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He invited Picasso to come to his opening.
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Picasso walked in, made a round of the exhibition hall and came out. It took him less than 3 minutes. On his way out there was an old guy with a long white beard, all smiles, and bowing incessantly. Picasso’s friends told him it was the artist Chiang Tai Chin.Â
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And there was this conversation, I was told:
Picasso: “Mr. Chiang, where is your art?”
