October 1, 2019
My father was a painter and painted all his life. He taught me to „look closely“ – in company with other people, in nature, wherever we were. Through him I received the gift of seeing many things that remain hidden from others, and a feeling for the „right“ view of a motif.
My grandfather, who ironically called himself „the most beautiful man in the world“, gave me my inclination to fantasy. On our long walks in the summer holidays he showed me the diversity of nature – and he was a master in telling wondrous adventurous stories.
Both are in every picture I take: the watchful eye of the painter and the stories of the old man in the summer villa.
