Sometimes life seems to be an endless hill of potatoes that you have to peel. And in the evening you eat them all and have to start again in the next morning. Depressing impression, if you wouldn’t think of all the wonderful things that means: fresh gnocchi, puree, chips. Daily Painting about peeling potatoes 21 September 2010, 7:57 Die Kartoffelschälerin, Aquarell, 25 x 19,5 cm
Die Kartoffelschälerin, Aquarell, 25 x 19,5 cm