Is it true that all I ever write you about is painting and nothing else? Isn't there love in my lines to you and between the lines, shining and glowing and quiet and loving, the way a woman should love and the way your woman loves you?


In a letter to her husband Otto Modersohn (Berlin, 4 February 1901); as quoted in Voicing our visions, -Writings by women artists; ed. Mara R. Witzling, Universe New York, 1991, p. 201


Is it true that all I ever write you about is painting and nothing else? Isn't there love in my lines to you and between the lines, shining and...

Is it true that all I ever write you about is painting and nothing else? Isn't there love in my lines to you and between the lines, shining and...

Is it true that all I ever write you about is painting and nothing else? Isn't there love in my lines to you and between the lines, shining and...

Is it true that all I ever write you about is painting and nothing else? Isn't there love in my lines to you and between the lines, shining and...