If I was a psychology student, I could make the DUmp the subject of one hell of a doctoral thesis. So many neuroses in one place...
Pedro Picasso was the youngest in his family, after an older brother and an older sister.
The older brother, similarly affluent, has common sense and remembered their mother on her 80th-or-so birthday by getting her a new computer. Pedro Picasso didn't even send mom a happy-birthday card.
When Pedro Picasso was a little lad, he threw a temper-tantrum over something (perhaps being deprived watching half an hour of television), and his parents alas made the rather grotesque assessment that, "oh, he's one of these super-sensitive types, an artist, who's angry at the world."
And so that's the way Pedro Picasso was cultivated as he grew up, as one of these "sensitives" perpetually angry at the world. He's always angry at the world because he's "sensitive," and supposed to be that way.
Actually, Pedro Picasso's a cloddish boor.