One Eye Sees, The Other

An Active Line On A Walk, Moving Freely, Without Goal. A Walk For A Walk's Sake.

In Earlier Days, Even As A Child, The Beauty Of Landscapes Was Quite Clear To Me. A Background For The Soul's Moods. Now Dangerous Moments Occur When Nature Tries To Devour Me; At Such Times I Am Annihilated, But At Peace. This Would Be Fine For Old People But I... I Am My Life's Debtor, For I Have Given Promises.

Art Does Not Reflect What Is Seen, Rather It Makes The Hidden Visible.

Drawing Is The Art Of Taking A Line For A Walk.

Frightened, I Jump Up From The Bank, The Struggle Begins Anew. Bitterness Has Returned. I Am Not Pan In The Reed, I Am Merely A Human Being And Want To Climb A Few Steps, But Really Climb Them.