Salomo Friedlaender
From Mynona on George Grosz

From Tether 4, pages 7–28

Lyrical delirium engraves these prints with insane bliss, transforming the world into a cynical variété, a (let's pun!) Dada-ntian hell. But heaven is actually closer than you might think: for suddenly an ironic springtime-of-love flower sprouts from the flat horizon line, and a little apprentice dandy hesitantly approaches the whorish plump young woman, as a winged, arrow-shooting Cupid.

Tether 4, 2018
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