one of my first memories are the Jackson oil crayons I received from my father as a child, really beautiful rich colors
The smell when you open a box of color pencils for the first time.
the Malhüsli in Biel
even a monochrome object contains all colors – if you look right, if you search
to reproduce impressions that have touched me, put them on canvas
immerse myself in another world, create something with head, hand and gut and thereby completely switch off
to delve into a topic, to research – the excitement of discovering something new – and then to make it happen
simply the transparency
or now and then a small humorous aspect
the joy and sometimes the astonishment when I stand in front of one of my finished pictures – did I really do that?