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Style Is A Fraud. I Always Felt The Greeks Were Hiding Behind Their Columns.

-Willem De Kooning

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Style Is A Fraud.

Willem De Kooning

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Style Is A Fraud. I Always Felt The Greeks Were Hiding Behind Their Columns.

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