I love Oskar Schlemmer.
He was a performance artist,
and his 20s materialist decadence
looks like our earliest machine ghosts.
This painting is kindof "stupid" in a
cherished ancient futurist way:
the gesso is cracking, it has a custom frame,
and the figure is in an over-ideal pose,
reflecting naivite of those B4 NAZI pogroms
Here's an early NYC dandy, to bring
us back to happy spider-man-land.
All images copyright BMA,
Baltimore Museum of Art.