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• Title: The Story of My Life: Chapter: I
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  • containing a painting of Saint Rosalie. This chapel came to be the
• Title: The Story of My Life: Chapter: VII
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  • pessimistic undertone of a richly coloured naturalism: life painted in
  • optimistic, naïve painter of life to the leaden-weighted pessimist.
  • did not wish to say that he was enchanted; but rather he would paint
• Title: The Story of My Life: Chapter: VIII
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  • I loved Hamerling who had painted these idealistic reflections in such
• Title: The Story of My Life: Chapter: IX
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  • free, penetrating power of observation. Her paintings are just as much
• Title: The Story of My Life: Chapter: XV
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  • come to know at Weimar, where he was attending the school of painting,
  • liked so much to paint. He surrendered himself to physical vision.
• Title: The Story of My Life: Chapter: XIX
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  • In the teachers and students of painting in the art school there was
  • many among these painters might properly have been considered
  • “seekers.” How that which the painter had as colour on his
  • paintings that were displayed by Weimar artists in the frequent art
  • own mind seems very chaotic – when the modern painter who sensed the
  • my mind the life of a young painter whose artistic way of revealing
  • “the role” I had to play. After me arose the young painter,
  • spirit” to paint. I do not know why he ceased thus to speak in
  • painter fashion; I suppose his coat-tail was pulled by someone who was
  • The young painter's name was Otto Fröhlich. He often sat with me in my
  • was with me, he was always painting “in the spirit.” In his
  • painter really succeeded in so guiding his brush and so laying on the
  • own luxuriant, living colour fantasies. When he painted the trunk of a
  • like a painting by Nietzsche, held for me much of the secret of the
  • I gave Otto Fröhlich the advice to paint poetically the picture done
  • painting. This Fröhlich refused. He did not yet know how there
  • the Weimar painters “Füllsack.” I do not know whether this
  • was really the name of the man always used by the painters when they
  • ruined the painting of Fröhlich. Thus the picture failed to become
  • Painting; there sat actors and musicians. Whoever sought for
• Title: The Story of My Life: Chapter: XX
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  • backwards and forwards on visits to Weimar. This was the painter
• Title: The Story of My Life: Chapter: XXIV
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  • element of the writer (or painter or sculptor) was so deeply embedded
• Title: The Story of My Life: Chapter: XXXVII
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  • evolution of architecture, the plastic arts, and painting.