Jumpsuit "Adoration of the Magi" by Alexander Roitburd

A truly noteworthy work in which the viewer's mind simultaneously discovers not only the sad, but also the lack of clarity, not only the wonderful awareness, but the equally wonderful hostility of all awareness.
"Sometimes Karl Marx in his youth looks like a disguised Plutzer-Sarno, and the futurist Mayakovsky in a yellow sweater looks like an insect that was not described by Fabre or Paganel. Sometimes a banana is just a banana, an umbrella is just an umbrella, a sewing machine is just a sewing machine, an operating table is just an operating table, and their meeting is just their meeting.
And here art ends and life with insects begins. De Chuang-tzu was never destined to understand: did he dream that he was a butterfly flying merrily, a butterfly dreaming that he was Zhuang-tzu, dreaming a butterfly dreaming a dream of Zhuang-tzu, or was it all a black dream cats Confucius???"