...german... 

Only recently somewhat was noticeable to me, - again once I was situated in the studio on the green leather sofa and thought about my work. Which is occurred? 

 my pictures have themselves modified without from the connection to have torn. I painted almost 15 years actually daily. After initial Umherirren, trying, studying out, consisted my first large mark paragraph of the fact that I tried the image carrier to define the picture form. I carved up images of the environment in puzzle section forms, blew details in photo-realistic mark way up. I caught the pictures of my fellow students sometime then to different sections again together to add, only, then painted pictures of my direct environment: my zuckerdose, my Philodendron, the stehlampe in my parents' house, the fire-brigade car on my way, my cookies.

I think I still much from my environment would have used, but it came suddenly differently, - my father had cancer. I often visited it in the hospital. He came again raus, but my picture topics became differently, - terribly top-heavy, smoothly, reduced to a surface, I copied the Cover by magazines in the ratio 1:1, almost photo-realistically painted " our advertising world, our television newspaper, our General German Automobile Association Atlas, " our dog ", our hobby, our Ikeakatalog, our " political education".  Then my father - I had not taken a half year the brush on the day exactly any longer into the hand, - died not because I did not want. 

Now I began again - the pictures look differently, but notdarkly. To a square board picture I could not get accustomed yet. Usuallysomewhere a corner or also two is missing. The painting became for a longtime no longer so top-heavy more abstractly, perhaps more pictorial, but,without losing at content. The topics did not become rather larger, novisual definition of arbitrary one, processing of my environment, not thosethe medium world. After I looked myself up, it means tried point of viewto define, a painting to analyze whose authentication, - I now neverthelessactually dare myself to the old masters, - where is my respect remained?.
But I do not paint, I love her, it irreverent my friends became. We paint now together, at least make them for me no more fear.  Perhaps I use it also. The topics read now: Rem fire smile, Vermeer´s desk, Franz neck´s collar, Bottichelli´s tree.