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 
the 1950’s.

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.