Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Brut, Raw, Crude, Real

That's why I'm here, I look up to the savage, I want to live up to the savage, I love the savage, the colours are so bright they scare me, they all have such barbarically red lips, even the children, they could all be against me, but they are rolling on the soft feather grass with me and isn't it all just some Swift fiction?

Georg Baselitz, Blauer Mann, 1983

Billy Childish

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