#13 When I saw these paintings I thought of a WOMAN. I loved her. From the longest hair on her head to the little toe on her foot. And I didn’t know how. She said, why are you kicking the love away from me. I didn’t understand her. I lost her. She slipped from my hands like a FISH and flew free like a BIRD. Now I’m looking everywhere for a parti-colored bird. I think Masin had seen her. I must drink to her. I know that it won’t be only one glass. For all the parti-colored birds around, Miro!
10.10.2007, Krug