Trotsky’s bathtub. Enamel on iron but the soap dish is - oddly - hanging off of the back of the tub where he most likely reclined, perhaps while smoking a cigar and reading Bakunin - a fellow exilist. With toes of one foot or the other he would have added more hot, or more cold. The split array of cobalt blue and soft pink arouses curiosity. Were colour chosen or accepted? Private utility.
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