A place that marked me for life. I knew it as a young boy; learning the language from my nurses and in Kindergarten. I learned how to control myself - to be in total control of my self. A hard man. Able to withstand anything. Only later in life did I understand the lessons that I learned and appreciate them.
Germany summer of 1967
I was 15 teen, and naive. But… I was drinking wine with my meals at my art teachers table, I was drinking beer in the woods with my buddies, and champagne during intermission at the Stuttgart Opera. I saw Mozart and Wagner operas. I traveled around Germany and Switzerland, visited old cities on the Romantic road and watching the Nuremberg ring formula one race. Not bad for a 15teen year old. And I was treated as an adult while I painted. I saw my first dead person (drowned) during a river cruise on the Rhine. When I landed back in the US, I was not the same naive young thing.
