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Pablo Picasso
Pablo Picasso

Spanish painter and one of the most influential figures in 20th-century art. Picasso is renowned for his unique artistic style and prolific career, encompassing various fields such as painting, sculpture, and printmaking. His paintings have gone through several phases, from the early Blue Period to the later Cubism, profoundly impacting 20th-century art. more

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