Flecks of Foam by Henry Golden Dearth, 1911
National Gallery of Art · wikidata.org
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The story goes that he spent years painting quiet, brownish landscapes, then late in life switched almost overnight to thick, crusted paint like this — and apparently it baffled the people who'd been happily buying the brown ones.
Erisava: This much paint feels like it's hiding something.
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There's a red umbrella in the middle of it all, and somehow that's the calmest part.