Neo Rauch

A painter, with tousled hair and a distant gaze, lies upon a rocky ground. He’s dressed in vaguely 19th-century garb and holds a long brush daubed with yellow. A slack noose placed around his neck is tied to an easel. The canvas on it is bright white.

In the background, a ladder leans upright with no discernible support. A gallows is partially draped with black cloth. Further back a cow runs off a cliff. The sky is dusty gray. Blanketing all of it is the musty patina of academic painting come and gone.  read more »