Why did I paint a Picasso painting?

It’s a long story, but I can tell a little bit here. One day my dad brought a Picasso book. First I started looking at the paintings and I tried to understand what they meant. So you can guess what I thought: nothing, of course.   I was only 10 years old. Those days I kept looking at the paintings, I had to understand what they meant to me, I didn’t get anything but it felt great.  It was completely different from paintings I had seen before. I hoped I could paint one day like this! and then I clipped the paintings which I liked, kept them for a while, and then I lost them!  I remember this painting; I had clipped it when I was 10 years old, this is the reason I wanted to paint a Picasso painting.