THE PATH TO ART AND THE GAZE INTO THE EYES OF TRUTH. ON THE WAY TO CHURCH BEFORE MY CONFIRMATION IN 1968 WHEN I WAS 14 MY FATHER SLAPPED ME. "BUT KARL", SAID MY GRANDMOTHER HIS MOTHER. ON THE WAY TO THE PARISH HALL On, SHORTLY BEFORE CONFIRMATION, MY FRIEND THOMAS ASKED ME, IF I REALLY BELIEVED IN GOD? UNTIL THIS QUESTION, I BELIEVED IN GOD- THE MOMENT I WAS ASKED, I NO LONGER BELIEVED. NEVER AGAIN.
crylic pen and ink on black paper, family photo, collaged elements from paintings with the stigmata of Jesus, DIN A5, Sept. 25