A film essay about the New York City based artist Kurt B. Delbanco. His fine art and sculptures "breathe" the spirit of Goethe's philosophy and curved organic shapes. Kurt was a former refugee from Nazi Germany and so he had a lot sad things to tell - contratictory to his cheerful art. To him, the term "design" in in no case a swear word compared to "art".
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