One of my favorite paintings I’ve seen in my art history class thus far. Probably because I want to frame it and put it somewhere in my room. I wonder how much a painting of Hans Arp’s goes for these days. The simplicity of it was a welcome break from the phallic rhinoceri of Dalí’s surrealism.
Also, a message to all my friends trying to grow mustaches. Stop watching your mustaches. Shave them.