I've become very happy with black and white images lately. After scrolling down the past couple posts i realized its becoming too apparent. I guess i like the detail and the fact that the the artist doesn't rely on colour to make an attractive image. And then... i came across a book on the sale table at my local book store and realized that as soon as i had a new thing going THIS slapped me in the face. I've always loved Schiele; twisted, tormented but innocent...or maybe honest?
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