Showing posts with label dada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dada. Show all posts
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Francis Picabia...
“The eyes of sleepwalkers
are scented
with the madness
of centrifugal
magnetization”
covers from the Litterature journal
"One must become acquainted with everybody except oneself; one must not know which sex one belongs to; I do not care whether I am male or female, I do not admire men more than I do women. Having no virtue, I am assured of not suffering from them. Many people seek the road which can lead them to their ideal: I have no ideal; the person who parades his ideal is only an arriviste..."
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art,
books,
dada,
Francis Picabia
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