Were the present less painful, the lie of kitsch would be less insistent.
— Richard Leppert, author
Size: 122 x 92 cm
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1865
30.10.19
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.
