I could spend my whole life prying loose the secrets of the insane. These people are honest to a fault, and their naiveté has no peer but my own.
The simplest Surrealist act consists of dashing down the street, pistol in hand, and firing blindly, as fast as you can pull the trigger, into the crowd.
The unblinking gaze of fashion
“Under this mask, another mask”
The exquisite agony of self-portraits
"I have built an ivory tower of despair"
The unconscious mind and a horsehair brush
A psychiatrist releases his mind and invents Surrealism
A bad time to be an artist in the Baltics
The man who ate the world's art
Humor, sex, and a new camera
Trauma and displacement birth surrealism
Enchanted space in the city of Nietzsche
"X = an Orange Rabbit"
So much more than a mustache
Painting as experience
The never-ending scream
The brilliant bisexual cat-lady of surrealism
"I'm not anyone's muse"
Exploring the strange world of dreams
Many souls to save