My grandfather believed that I was a talented and original draughtsman
and he always brought some of my drawings along on his travels in the end of
My grandfather, who was called Robert, was an ex-communist and very good at
creating contact to others and he met many interesting people, mostly unknown
ex-communists, but also a number of celebrities. In 1959-1960 Robert meet Pablo
Picasso and naturally he used the opportunity to show him some of my drawings.
According to Robert, Picasso was thrilled and believed that I could go far, which
my grandfather told me. So in parts of my childhood I was convinced I should
make a career as an artist.
My entourage had enough reason to tell me that one could not make a living out
of it so rather early I gave up the idea, but I continued to draw until 1974 where
I, between two marriages and a very festive life, gave it up.
I was born in 1950.
I was no more than two years old when my father brought me along to museums
and I still distinctly recollect my astonishment over the missing limbs and head of
the torso at the National Gallery of Denmark. Since then, I have used every
opportunity to frequent art museums, and in that way I have not lost touch since
I stopped drawing in 1974, but merely been a very interested spectator. Thus in
May 2009 my wife and I went to Berlin and the Museum Berggruen and there I
had what you might call an artistic revelation – to see the paintings of Matisse,
Picasso and Klee again had in a few hours convinced me that I obviously had to
paint, which I started on shortly after we returned from Berlin.
My paintings are a natural continuation of my drawings and it feels as if the
35-year break never happened.