We all know that art movements come and go; many are clearly pointless and awful (hello, Outer-Art?), some we’re just indifferent to (you know the ones), and then there are the movements that define a generation with their profundity. De Stijl (Dutch for style), without a shadow of a doubt, falls into the latter category. In 1917, at a time in the post-Wo[...]

We all know that art movements come and go; many are clearly pointless and awful (hello, Outer-Art?), some we’re just indifferent to (you know the ones), and then there are the movements that define a generation with their profundity. De Stijl (Dutch for style), without a shadow of a doubt, falls into the latter category. In 1917, at a time in the post-Wo[...]