It was created by Karl Junker, a schizophrenic painter, sculptor and architect from Lemgo.

Every piece of furniture, each wall, and even the ceiling is carved.
The Junkerhaus kind of is a portal to his mind.

He relished in thinking that one day, in the manner of Wagner, his work would be recognized as revolutionary. Even if it means centuries ensuing his time.

Really odd poem I wrote at around 1am last night.

Artwork by Boris Pelcer, submitted by a user.

Covers of Zap Comix, a series that served as the model for the Underground Comix movement of the late 60s and early 70s.

(Note: By posting these I am in no ways endorsing Robert Crumb, who is a racist, violent misogynist. His work was very important to the movement it came from, but that doesn't mean apologies should be made for him as a person.)