He was unique- there will never be anyone to succeed him. His old friend Christian Skredsvig left a fitting tribute: “ Kittelsen left a void behind. As late as 1913, only a few months before he died, he painted his daughter Ingrid picking bog cotton. In the company of friends he recovered his spirits somewhat and was still creative. He settled in Huseby, just outside Oslo.
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