Early 20th century Hungarian painter’s mysterious fairy-tale moods and strange dream scenarios in 14 pictures.
“Closed gates, withered stone-wallsWhere do the blossoming flowers sing?Where did their song travel?Where did they make themselves heardAway from the quiet solemn stones - I ask praying through tears.
And Lorolline? ...Did you disappear forever?
I’ve been waiting here for the longFifteen years.
My feet had grown into the groundI’ve turned into a stone statue
My eyes are forever resting on the roadWhere for the first time you have appeared before me!
In the cream-white dress So long ago”