Have we not huddled in bunkers, while some premonition of tomorrow hung in the air and a comrade started singing? Oh, it felt so melancholy! And it was kitsch.
— Robert Musil, author
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A painting about a woman that doesn't know she's already blessed by heaven and is seeking the world's approval. I want the viewer to see her as I saw her. The arm in the background is me.