Marsden HartleyFig Tree Winter
c.1924-1925
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2 comments:
Holy Bleeding Atoll of Blasted, Ravaged Earth Surmounted by a Horrifying Vegetable Symbol of Unending, Unthinkable Torment and Mutely Screaming Hopeless Existential Despair, Batman!
I'm not a renowned painter of landscapes, and I'm certainly no botanist, but if that thing is a fig tree, then it's a fig tree whose entire long life has somehow been spent indulging in the kind of outlandishly unhealthy and sordid pursuits that most of us only expect to find in Republican members of Congress.
Or maybe the guy from The Scream was passing through and he ate *all the figs* on his way to the bridge. That theory might also explain the type of distress that's inspiring the poor man to such operatic heights of anguished screaming.
Ah, well...
word.
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