When Painter Joan Miró, 68 short, round-faced and seemingly as placid as a Buddhawithdrew from France to his studio home on Majorca five years ago, an uneasy lethargy settled over him. He imposed "a silence on myself. A fast." Instead of painting, he sat and thought. Then, two years ago, catastrophe." Systematically he tore up scores of paintings that he had done on cardboard, obliterated nearly a hundred done on canvasan act roughly equivalent to burning up $3,000,000. "The paintings uttered soft cries when they saw I was destroying them," sighs Miró....
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