He consumed humanity and spit out a mirror.

Fidelity to appearance vs. expression of reality.

Curvy, writhing skin-coated volumes of muscle.

Art was what happened betwixt brush and surface.

Masterpieces of graphic provocation and subversion.

Solving an unknown factor of art and an unknown factor of life.

He inspired a movement of self-aware, less cool folk artists.

Works of art to be completed by the audience…

He has become the portraitist of humanity.

“We ought to go into rehab, but we’re too stoned to care.”

An artist of the gesture and the “spectac­ular instant.”

As a painter, he was more poet than architect.

Obscene, slander­ous, jaw-dropping satirical pic­torial indict­ments

Her sketch of the DNA helix has entered science history.

“If Masereel’s wood­cuts survive, we could re­con­struct the modern world.”

Machines that evoke an emotional response.

A practical­minded brand of utopian modernism…

He insisted that he was a poet, no matter what the medium.

Shockingly vital and hysterical, yet serenely stoic

His paintings say “Mine! Mine!” and cannot be consoled or reasoned with.

Delicate, ethereal watercolors depicting an epic fight against child labor.

Her world was patiently tattered, beautiful and useful.

She was known as a photographer of freaks; people were missing the point.

He laid the foundations for one-color purity as early as 1913.