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Efim Volkov (1844-1920) “October” (1883) Oil on canvas
“Winter Blue” (1913)
by Jonas Lie (1880-1940)
Isaac Levitan - Birch Forest - 1885
Martin Jacobson
Nr 46. 2016, watercolor on paper, 49 x 63 cm
Joel Peter Witkin
Face of a Woman, Photo by Joel-Peter Witkin, 2004
“I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.”
— Charles Bukowski
Art Installation by Griet Beyaert & Paul Miller
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John William Waterhouse, Jealous Circe, 1892
John William Waterhouse, The Annunciation (detail), 1914
René-Antoine Houasse, Apollo pursuing Daphne (detail), 1677
Caspar David Friedrich (1774–1840) The Monk by the Sea 1808–1810
Oil on canvas 110 x 171.5 cm
Alte Nationalgalerie, Berlin
Thomas Cole - The Voyage of Life Childhood, 1842
“To suffer from one’s environment, to defend oneself with involuntary mistrust against its love, to learn silence, and to create for oneself nooks and undiscoverable solitudes for moments of relief, until one is finally strong enough to say, ‘what do I have to do with you?’ and to go one’s own way.”
—F. Nietzsche, The Will to Power, §970 (edited excerpt).