A painting by Neo Rauch is not easily forgotten. Strange gures in old-fashioned dress do odd things in an impossible world that nevertheless seems familiar. But Rauch’s images are brainwaves, nothing more. Anyone wanting to learn their precise meaning is in for a disappointment. Perhaps they are youthful memories, stickers included. The German chancellor is kneeling in the Warsaw ghetto, who knows? The sky above holds menace.
Acquisition supported by the Vereniging Rembrandt, thanks in part to its Titus Fonds, the BankGiro Loterij, the Mondriaan Fonds, and the VSBfonds