I love pretty architecture, but for painting I prefer ruins. That may be connected
to my childhood. Growing up in after war Germany destroyed houses belonged
to my daily day.

The fascination of ruins remained also later, whenever I saw the demolition of
old houses. It wasn’t the act of destruction itself, but the opening of intimacy,
when the walls of living or bath rooms disclose traces of their former
inhabitants like tapestry, tiles or light shadows of paintings or furniture no
more existing there.

The greatest impression I got in Eisenach shortly before Germany’s reunion,
where entire streets had totally fallen into disrepair. The most natural kind of
ruins I can think of are the village houses in Brittany, which are only left
behind and crumble down to overgrown piles of stone, as they’re entirely built
out of natural materials. Have a look for that into “A Nightmare’s Diary”!
Demolition IV (27.6x20), oil on
acrylic, 1989
Demolition II (27.6x20), oil on
acrylic, 1989
Demolition III (27.6x20), oil on
acrylic, 1989
Buhlemann's Oriel, oil on
acrylic, 1979    
Great Music Factory, oil
on acrylic, 1978   
Little Music Factory (8x11.7), oil on
acrylic, 1978
Abandoned Train Station (20x27.6), oil on acrylic,