The artist’s tendency to put practicality on the back burner is something he practiced in his own life. In the gallery that serves as a scrapbook of his life, a photo of his Viennese apartment reveals how his curtains were hung on the wall, not the full-length window. Another image captures the dilapidated space he lived in at the end of his life. His wallpaper frames the shabby room, despite a gaping hole in the floor. Even his handwritten letters defy function — his penmanship looks like the delicate, meandering lines of his wallpaper.