Got the bomb pic off a documentary on Mark Rothko. A great artist. I really didn’t know much about him. He turned down the equivalent of a couple million dollars back around 1960 because he decided he didn’t want clueless money-fuckheads looking at his works in the Four Seasons restaurant. The “nude” is Blue, a mannequin next to my fridge.
I wonder if he showed up on his own, or if another friend sent him as a courier.