240x380 mm Watercolour, mixed technic Made: 2002 Endre Ady: The Hungarian fallow I walk on meadows run to weed, on fields of burdock and of mallow. I know this rank and ancient ground - this is the Hungarian fallow. I bow down to the sacred soil; this virgin ground is gnawed, I fear. Hey, skyward groping seedy weeds, are there no flowers here? While I look at the slumbering earth, the twisting vines encircle me, and scents of long dead flowers steep my senses amorously. Silence. I am dragged down and roofed and lulled in burdock and in mallow. A mocking wind flies whisking by above the mighty fallow.