Today is the 130th birthday of the artist Max Ernst. I love his work. I believe that I first ‘discovered’ it in a large old volume about the history of 20th century art that I favored in the college library over my assigned course work of whatever classes I happened to be enrolled in. I ‘discovered’ a lot of artists, writers, cafe girls, rogues, vagabonds, bon vivants, dancers, composers, and revolutionaries in that library. Max is in great company. The world is a better place because he is in it and still feels the loss that he has left.