THE LAST SUPPER OF GEORGE GROSZ


        

           claude gellee lorrain

                                                  claes oldenburger
                                                     egg on schiele
                                                      francis bacon
                                                          holbeins
                                                            millet

                                                      mary cassata

                                               cheeses parmigianino

                                                           martini
                                                       iced watteau
                                                 clyfford still liquors
                                               perrault mineral water

                                           rococo & edvard munchies

                                                                                   
                                                            Michael Small

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