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Not a picture but an old window sash with rusted hinges, hanging on a white rendered wall outdoors; the collage lies behind the glass in its three panes. A pasted slip in blackletter ends with “meine große Liebe” — my great love — and beside it GLÜCK stands in white capitals with its last letter running out of the pane, while the lower pane holds an old photograph next to a mushroom plate from a book. She has painted a year at the lower right.