The preoccupation with the aesthetics of National Socialism also led me to a close examination of the films and photographs of contemporary journalistic witnesses who had experienced and recorded the liberations of the concentration camps. For me, it was a desperate search for an artistic response to my inability to understand and to bear what I saw. 

Ultimately, I understood that in figurative painting I will never find a suitable language to express my speechlessness. Almost none of the works of this intense inner debate exist, some works remain in a state of failure. But experience has shown me that every failure bears the seeds to readjust my own priorities and thus is always very valuable.