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Watercolors, 59 x 44 cm
This image is based on the poem "Der Erlkönig" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
Der Erlkönig
Who rides so late through night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He has the little one well in the arm
He holds him secure, he holds him warm.
"My son, why hide your face in fear?"
"See you not, Father, the Elf king?
The Elf king with crown and flowing cloak?"
"My son, it is a wisp of fog."
"You sweet child, come along with me!
Such wonderful games I'll play with you;
Many lovely flowers are at the shore,
My mother has many golden garments."
"My father, my father, and do you not hear,
What the Elf king quietly promises to me?"
"Be calm, stay calm, my child;
The wind is rustling the dry leaves."
"Won't you come along with me, my fine boy?
My daughters shall attend to you so nicely;
My daughters do their nightly dance,
And they will rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep."
"My father, my father, do you not see there,
Elf king's daughters in that dark place?"
"My son, my son, I see it definitely:
It is the willow trees looking so grey."
"I love you; I'm charmed by your beautiful shape;
And if you are not willing, then I will use force."
"My father, my father, now he has taken hold of me!
Elf king has hurt me!"
The father shudders, he rides swiftly,
He holds in arm the groaning child,
He reaches the farmhouse with effort and urgency;
In his arms, the child was dead.
This is only a photo, because the first scan try wasn't very successful, but this photo represents the colors of the image very well.
I'll update this with the scanned image as soon as I get it.
This image is based on the poem "Der Erlkönig" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
Der Erlkönig
Who rides so late through night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He has the little one well in the arm
He holds him secure, he holds him warm.
"My son, why hide your face in fear?"
"See you not, Father, the Elf king?
The Elf king with crown and flowing cloak?"
"My son, it is a wisp of fog."
"You sweet child, come along with me!
Such wonderful games I'll play with you;
Many lovely flowers are at the shore,
My mother has many golden garments."
"My father, my father, and do you not hear,
What the Elf king quietly promises to me?"
"Be calm, stay calm, my child;
The wind is rustling the dry leaves."
"Won't you come along with me, my fine boy?
My daughters shall attend to you so nicely;
My daughters do their nightly dance,
And they will rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep."
"My father, my father, do you not see there,
Elf king's daughters in that dark place?"
"My son, my son, I see it definitely:
It is the willow trees looking so grey."
"I love you; I'm charmed by your beautiful shape;
And if you are not willing, then I will use force."
"My father, my father, now he has taken hold of me!
Elf king has hurt me!"
The father shudders, he rides swiftly,
He holds in arm the groaning child,
He reaches the farmhouse with effort and urgency;
In his arms, the child was dead.
This is only a photo, because the first scan try wasn't very successful, but this photo represents the colors of the image very well.
I'll update this with the scanned image as soon as I get it.
Image size
1000x755px 272.31 KB
Make
Canon
Model
Canon EOS 400D DIGITAL
Shutter Speed
1/8 second
Aperture
F/5.6
Focal Length
50 mm
ISO Speed
100
Date Taken
Jun 13, 2008, 3:29:15 PM
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Cooles Bild, auf jeden Fall. Ich mag den Aquarellstil und die monochrome Farbgebung - ganz zu schweigen von der Moorlandschaft 