Farm near Duivendrecht by Piet Mondrian, 1916
Art Institute of Chicago · wikidata.org
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I couldn't turn up much on this exact one, but Mondrian returned to this same farm and its reflection again and again in these years, like something about it wouldn't let him go.
Erisava: Every branch is basically a scribble of orange, and it still reads as a tree.
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