Countryside spirit. SOIL I
Illusive brass hues, agleam in phantasmagorical woods, filaments sprouting to light. Liquid breaths, airy dews—desires stirred by whiffs from the fields. Merry daisies captured on canvas in immaculate expectation, dense…
Illusive brass hues, agleam in phantasmagorical woods, filaments sprouting to light. Liquid breaths, airy dews—desires stirred by whiffs from the fields. Merry daisies captured on canvas in immaculate expectation, dense…
Her nude slouching, thighs thick, eyelids shut, Carola embodies Klimt’s symbol, ha. Paul says goodnight and departs, leaving her nude mute on the settee. Of all painted nudes, Danaë waiting.
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