There are many artists that I have a complicated relationship with. Otto Dix is one of those artists. I’m not wild about the majority of his work, or his styles in general – the shock/horror genre mixed with surrealism doesn’t fly for me. However, for whatever reason, I find myself drawn to this particular work. Be it the juxtaposition of color, light, and dimensional tonality, be it the composition on interrupted diagonals, be it the fragmented fractal focus, it speaks to me on a primal level for some reason. I’ll listen for long enough to shut it up, then I walk away from it and find something else to look at.