I'm reminded of the enterprising character who purchased Picasso's wastebasket contents from the landlord who had rented a studio to the Maestro. Every day the contents; doodles, rough sketches, scribbles, unconnected ideas - would be collected. Some were unwrinkled, smoothed out, matted, framed - and eventually found their way to a commercial gallery, with LARGE price tags, and without Picasso's knowledge.

One can only imagine Picasso's FURY when he found them there.