In Golfer above the Sea of Fog, Mona von Wittlage transforms Caspar David Friedrich’s Romantic hero into a contemporary figure of absurdity and fragility. A nude man, painted in blood, stands atop a rocky peak, golf club raised in mid-swing, facing an infinite landscape of graphite mist and mountains.

The sublime vastness that once spoke of transcendence now becomes the backdrop for a gesture of leisure, fleeting and ironic. Blood inscribes mortality into the scene, replacing Friedrich’s promise of spiritual elevation with a fragile meditation on human play, vanity, and impermanence.

Suspended between grandeur and absurdity, Golfer above the Sea of Fog reflects on the dissonance of our age: where the search for meaning often collapses into distraction, and where fragility reveals itself as the only true sublime.