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"Back of the brilliancy and ecstasy of the living forms and colors of the clearest day [there] is the
great stillness; between me and all things lies death, in the death of space and time all things exist, all life lives. I was blind to her [needs], always absorbed in art, and thus I destroyed the highest, her
love for me, for the sake of painting I could not help it. It is a tragedy." |
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