There are 10 rooms of works, over 150 in total. Canvases. Drawings. Bronze statues. Wooden and metal constructions. But Edmund's fliers say 'masterpieces'. Forgive me, but not everything created by Picasso was a masterpiece. And whichever of his works are classified this way, are in museums around the globe, or private hands.
One has to read the small print: these works were mostly found in Picasso's house(s) after his death and used (in kind) to pay the taxes Pablo owed to the French treasury. Subsequently, they were housed in the Musee National Picasso in Paris. It is stretching it to say they are 'Picasso's Picassos'. Just as it is unfair to say they are the ones he could not flog. Quite a few of them are studies for eventual masterpieces. Drafts, if you will.
Ten rooms; 150 works. In sequence. There is no emotional high-point to the exhibition. Like using a grader to make a highway: cutting off the hills; filling in the valleys; voila! Am I allowed to say it is like being processed through Ikea?
And, I had to wait in an ante-room with others who nominated the 10am time-slot, only to see what appeared to be a conga-line of ticket buyers at the front desk, just going straight in.
So, I have bought another ticket for Saturday 7th January, which is the Sydney Festival First Night. They have French music, and Spanish music, and wine, and food, and a doco about Pablo.
Because I could be wrong. This could just be a rush to judgement.