thinking of trash!!

A remarkable passage in one of Vincent van Gogh’s letters, written from The Hague five years before Schwitters’ birth, sets the context for this saint of reclamation: This morning I visited the place where the streetcleaners dump the rubbish. My God, it was beautiful!

certainly no artist before van Gogh would have carried the pathetic fallacy to such a pitch. 2.3Schwitters took it even further. Instead of painting junk, he transposed it into art – the thing in itself, tatty, stained, peeling, rusty, bent, torn, crumpled, but capable of redeeming itself through infinite combination, under the collaborative hand o