MOONLIGHT AND CHAOS


There is always a moon in my paintings. All my life the moon has had a strong affect on me. When I was a child, I wandered the streets of Frankfurt in full moon nights. My worried father slouching behind me, trying not to wake me and get me home to bed save.

When the moon is hanging over Smiths Lake, I think of the moon in Tuscany shining on my friend’s olive groves and over the snow - white roofs of Frankfurt in winter. He is my travel companion through life and souses the chaos in me.