A few thoughts…

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?