Adolph Hitler dabbled in art, sort of like John Wayne Gacy and Elke Sommer.
Between political rallies, he probably invited many a young fraulein to come up and see his etchings.
He wasn’t untalented, but I feel his work has a cold, clinical feeling to it.
It’s bleak and dry without the passionate expression of more brilliant artists.
It’s a shame he wasn’t better or maybe he wouldn’t have gone on to be the psycho bitch of all time.