This is Portofino. I guess it's in Italy. It looks like someone threw up on the canvas. There is a sailing vessel off to the right that is almost as big as the town. It all looks like it was painted in three minutes with the brush in his teeth. It is Plein Air. It says so in the stamped circle. Unfortunately this stamped circle will not appear on the print. It's the best thing in that painting and it is a shame that it is omitted in the version that will hang in your ugly living room as it lives out its life nauseating your imbecilic guests, which will be the kind of guests you will likely have as friends if you purchased a copy of this shitty thing. You clearly are an idiot. And most likely so are all your friends.
The painting looks like dried eggs. It looks like something hardened onto the breakfast plate.
One of the masts of the gigantic boat rises about ten stories. Why it doesn't have shipping containers on it I don't know, it is big enough to haul the daily child labor output of Pakistan in one trip. The scene is not even two dimensional, it is by some magic almost non dimensional. It is almost a negation of even the reality of its own canvas. Laid next to a specimen of roadkill still in the road your eye would wander to the carcass in admiration of its beauty. I wonder what it sells for. I'll take two please.
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