"Oh, If I had been able to realize you with my hand. If the painted canvas was able to give me your dear image. The labor was you ['The Unknown'] the work of art was me – I have kissed your head, I have looked elsewhere.. .You are neither good, nor charitable. You do not know how to love. – You are only great and beautiful. I sacrificed to tenderness and still, my self, you do not know how to love."
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Painters from GermanyWomen from RussiaPainters from RussiaPainters from SwitzerlandWomen artists from Germany
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Vol. 1: 'My beautiful One, My Unique!', pp. 130-140
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Marianne von Werefkin
1860 – 1938
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