Dreaming of Picasso

"I was deeply depressed and dreamed of Picasso ... we were swimming in the sea and he had his back to me. I wanted to turn around and head for shore because the sky had grown overcast and the waves had started to swell. I realized how far out we were and when I lost sight of Picasso I panicked. Suddenly, I saw a face emerge from the boiling, menacing waves. It was Picasso's bald head with it's monks crown of white hair, his brown robust shoulders and powerful arms swimming, swimming, and cutting the leaden-colored waves in sharp, powerful strokes. I shouted, 'I want to turn back!' And Picasso just shook his head and said, 'No! No!' and urged me to go on. But I was exhausted and started sinking."

Fellini on Picasso