There hung once a Caravaggio. It was stolen.
I would gladly give the Nobel Prize for Art to the thief or perhaps to the priest who decided to keep the empty space. It is so beautiful and modern. It has been my favorite image for the last two weeks.
Forget Malevich.
This is the ultimate realization of his iconic (in a religious sense, as it hung in the last Futurist exhibition) Black Square (1915).
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