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  • Álvaro N.

    Caspar David Friedrich: Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer. El caminante sobre el mar de nubes (1817-1818). Kunsthalle Hamburg, Hamburg, Germany.

  • Anna Mancini

    Caspar David Friedrich (German painter) 1774 - 1840 Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer (The Wanderer above the Sea of Fog), 1818 oil on canvas 94.8 x 74.8 cm. Kunsthalle Hamburg, Germany

  • Frederic De Meyer

    A Man of Culture: Art Gallery VII - Caspar David Friedrich - Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (Art)... always makes me want to go to Brittany, don't ask me why...

  • Sannah Engelsen

    Wanderer above the Sea of Fog (German: Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer; also known as Wanderer Above the Mist) is an oil painting composed in 1818 by the German Romantic artist Caspar David Friedrich. It currently resides in the Kunsthalle Hamburg in Hamburg, Germany.

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"Dawn is a breath of frigid air as someone pulls aside the sackcloth. I open my eyes from a dream of Nell. I know who killed you, I tell her. But it is only a dream, the face I seem to recognize evaporates as I wake. Night is fading from the sky, and a last faint star etches a bright line. It falls off the edge of the ethered darkness, a light winking out." -- from the novel SINFUL FOLK