If the embodiment of the fundamental idea of our age were to be found in Victorian architecture […] then our age would undoubtedly be called the ‘age of kitsch.’
— Hermann Broch, author
Size: 122 x 92 cm
The young man has caught a silver trout but it has become a glimmering girl who call his name and runs away into the morning air. All his life he wanders through hollow lands and hilly lands hoping to hear her call his name again.