|1934||born in Berlin|
|1953 – 1956||Apprenticeship as a carpenter|
|1956 – 1957||Guest student at Kunsthochschule Berlin-Weissensee|
|1957 – 1958||Guest student at Ernst-Moritz-Arndt-University Greifswald, Institute for Art Education|
|1993||Caspar David Friedrich Award|
|2005||Cultural Award of the State of Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania, Germany|
lives and works in Ückeritz (Usedom) and Berlin
I was quite young when I painted my father a picture of the dear God for his birthday. On a cloud throne.
With a war flag right and left for his protection. Or, even a few years earlier, a so-called locomotive (i called it a locomotive).
With too many wheels. A monster of ineptitude and excitement.
An uproar that was only enough for a few strokes. Because back then
you stopped when it got exhausting. And then the picture was finished.
But that’s what I sometimes dream of today. Of this concentrated effortlessness. From the saving of work to which everything is heading, like a shady spot in the coffee garden. Where the sundae with the sweet fruits of knowledge slowly thaws away.
And we only need the exhaustive for entertainment.