May 16, 2025
More in Biography of Who I am Not January 28, 1931
He was a bespectacled printmaker with a painfully self-effacing style and a militiristic command of technique. He died, withered and gray-haired at his home in Paris. Born without a mother, he waited his entire life for the pneumonia that would kill him, then nothing was said for weeks after, until his body was cold and buried. If only he'd been an artist.
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