Bread and dish with fruits on the table 1909

Picasso made this painting of bread, fruit, and a dish with what looks like oil paint. I imagine Picasso standing before the canvas, squinting at the objects before him, trying to distill their essence. What does it feel like to be Picasso here, pushing against the boundaries of representation, cubism? The thick impasto of the paint is juicy, layered to create depth and texture, and each brushstroke feels deliberate, charged with energy. The table is like a stage, and the objects are actors, each playing a part in this drama of form and color. The yellow, ochre and browns are warm, inviting, like the aroma of freshly baked bread. The green feels sharp and disruptive. This painting reminds me of Braque's still lifes, or Cezanne’s landscapes. I see them all in conversation. Artists are magpies after all, borrowing from one another. Anyway, I find it interesting to think about how Picasso might be looking at Cezanne, thinking about form, and making it new.