My path to my last destination leads me to the Côte d’Azur across Boulevard de la Croisette. I take the spiral staircase to the 7th floor of my hotel and open the penthouse suite. From my unbelievably spacious roof terrace I have a look at the Bay of Cannes, perfectly staged with the mountains in
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I’m painting right in the center of my hometown. Through the open window of my room above the park ‘Moorweide’ I see the television tower. The one, which always shows me the center of the city from all directions of heaven, is posing for me. As I excitedly step onto the roof of the house,
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What a blessing to be able to get to know Vienna! And what an honor to be able to paint it. It feels like I am sitting on a throne high above the old part of the city, looking out at the Historical Museum and the Folks Theater. Vienna – the city with the highest
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My canvas, paints and I myself travel on the train to Amsterdam. The relaxed atmosphere of this city is perceptible on every corner and every shore. The wonderfully beautiful hotel lies at the famous “Prinsengracht” and that is also what my impressive 114 square meter suite is called, with a spectacular view over the canal
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I am searching for the best perspective for my harbor painting. I find my favorite place on my bed, of all places. The view out of the window cannot be more grandiose: My motive is the Elbphilharmonie in the early morning by sunrise. What a joy to bring the place where my exhibition will be onto
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With the first step into the hotel, it feels like I live here. Large flakes of snow are falling outside. A grand piano stands in front of my room on which I get into the mood, before I sit down at the window with frosted panes and begin to paint the King’s palace at the
read moreWith my heart racing, I open the door to my River View Suite, because I know what I can expect: The view of the pulsing harbor and the gate to the world. I start the act of painting at dusk, this time accompanied by a television crew. Nothing can stop my euphoria of bringing this
read moreI enter a suite for the first time without a canvas. Fortunately there is an art shop a few steps away from the hotel. With that, I return to my hotel room with a perfect landscape format and start painting a part of the Bay Bridge. It juts out between two massive high-rises and captivates
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I am deeply impressed by the heartfelt greeting I receive as I enter the hotel, and because my time is short here, I begin to paint immediately. A journalist is waiting for me with some interview questions. I quickly realize that my canvas is too small for the scenery, which is taking place before my
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Even the taxi ride to the hotel is a true sightseeing experience. My President Suite with a surface area of 600 square meters on the highest floor lends me a breathtaking view of Chicago and Lake Michigan: Graphic, with sharp edges, silver facades, windows which mirror the glass surfaces across the way and reflect the
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This location far exceeds all of my fantasies and I am surprised time and again here with every new moment. For the first time I am not in a hotel, but in a guest house with 4 luxurious suites. Because they would like to leave it to me to choose which view I think is
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I am the first and only guest in the not yet opened Hotel, The Westin, Hamburg in the new emblem of the city: in the Elbphilharmonie. Which view should I paint: The one from the Horizon Suite, the Panorama Suite, the Owner’s Suite, or the Maisonette Suite? I decide for the view from two floors,
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If I were to paint the sounds from my balcony of the former Palazzo Dandoro, my painting would be a collage made up of the clattering of the gondolas, souvenir vendors and streams of tourists. I can look into the distance, however, and I paint the panorama scene on the lagoon of Venice, on palaces
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While my water plane is approaching my destination and the pilot is flying barefoot, I start to sense how I will paint my picture: In a bikini and barefoot on the sand. But how can I ever mix the turquoise of the sea, the light which only nature can create? I dive into the depths
read moreI am greeted by a charming chauffeur at the airport who brings me to the hotel in his luxury limousine. He impresses me with his detailed research and knowledge of my art project and I am greeted in the hotel very warmly as well. I am allowed to pick out the most beautiful suite in
read moreThe drive from Naples along the picturesque Amalfi Coast ends after a few hundred curves at a steep street with colorful houses on it, built into the mountain. A small hotel in one of the curves with a view of the deep blue sea is waiting for me. My canvas fits exactly on my balcony
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My atelier lies n the impressive setting of the Tramuntana Mountain Range at the edge of the picturesque mountain town of Deià, surrounded by olive grove and cypresses. The birds are chirping sweet melodies, donkeys are braying, a rooster crows from far away. Here I commit the evening atmosphere to the canvas. While I am
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After a wild taxi ride through narrow streets, I find myself over the rooftops of Alfama. Through my open window I am looking at the gleaming city, full of reflections of colorful tiles and a multi-faceted play of shadows. I hear the ringing and squeaking of the tram, far away the melancholy of Fado. A
read moreThe magic of this north-sea island has moved me since I was a child and still does in new ways every time I am there. With my canvas under my arm, I alight from the train, run towards the scent of the heath until I am standing in the dunes. It must be the gold
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Bonjour Paris, the city of love. Directly upon my arrival someone greets me by asking of I am the successor of Pisserot, a French painter who once painted the same scene from this hotel and whose painting you can admire next door in the Louvre. The Opera house shines in front of me from the
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The charming skyline of Bangkok bewitches me. It seems to me as if I am looking into a theater set in which the skyscrapers communicate with me as audience members. The large amount of green in the Lumpini Park impresses me. I am standing in front of the large panorama window of a room arranged
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This city is one of my big favorites on my travel wish list. This unmanageable, convoluted, but perfectly organized labyrinth, pulsing and simultaneously soothing, appeals greatly to me. Because my huge suite does not have a view of Tokyo Tower, I exchange it for a smaller room in which I can see the emblem of
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After the longest flight of my life I am standing at the window with a view of Port Jackson. Sydney’s Opera House and the harbor bridge are within grasp, bathed in the sunset. I have never seen such a spectacular grandeur of colors in the sky. In front of me in the first row is
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I am standing at the window of my airy Alster Suite and I let my gaze sweep endlessly. My eyes quiet down here. There are no aggravations to destroy this dreamy idyllic scene. I only need a handful of colors, because the sky can only take a few pigments, besides white. Decelerated, I let my
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I spread out my paints and canvas on the terrace and look excitedly at the antique lofts and loading canals. This historical storage house complex is the world’s largest and the old brick buildings have a lot to tell me from ages ago. I am in the middle of the goings on at the harbor.
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I would not have believed that I would be impressed with my own happiness about painting a highway. One can’t miss it from my large terrace. It is an important motive, however, just like the River Sava, which marks the boundary between the old and new city, but nevertheless connects it. The contrast of old
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After a long flight, I’m already looking forward to Ipanema Beach in Rio de Janeiro. But it is gray, rainy and windy when I arrive. My view of the famous Two-Brother cliff, Morro Dois Irmãos, which I definitely want to paint, is swallowed up by clouds. I wait. It is warm, so I go swimming
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My gaze sinks into the horizon, eaten up by a foggy ceiling. I am staying in one of the few high-rise buildings in the city. The colors are muted. I paint the contour of the clouds, which I see in my imagination. What it is in reality is something I will find out later. During
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The elevator door opens directly into my 350 square meter penthouse suite in which Madonna once resided. I step onto the gigantic breadth of the roof terrace. Athens is lying below me and the Acropolis in front of me. Surrounded by a fascinating play of clouds I begin to paint the Parthenon with the greatest
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I am standing on the roof terrace of my penthouse suite, the stateliest throne west of the Binnenalster and wait for good weather, but we’re in Hamburg and I have to paint inside. I paint at night, because then the lights even shine through a rainy sky. The Jungfernstieg and Alster Fountain shine through the
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I walk into the deeply historical studio suite with the spectacular view of the Kremlin and the Basilius Cathedral on the shore of the Moskwa River. Four famous Russian painters in the last century have captured the view out of this window and my painting will be the 5th in its history. There is so
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I have hardly arrived and I already begin rearranging the Grosvenor Suite and set up my atelier in front of the panorama high above London. I paint a night scene with myriad points of light and the London Eye. As day breaks, I collect all of my impressions of the metropolis, which are also now
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In the middle of Berlin, at Paris Place I check into the legendary Hotel Adlon in my favorite lobby. As soon as my Brandenburg Suite is opened, I absolutely must begin painting! As dusk nears, with its romantic, yellow-gold lighting it becomes clear to me: this painting will be an evening view. Suddenly thick flakes
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I reach Palm Springs on a Greyhound bus and enter my suite at night, so that my view out of the window falls into deepest black. My hotel lies at the foot of the majestic San Jacinto Mountains. I am surprised by my lookout the next morning and am challenged to a duel with a
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It is a very warm November in Los Angeles. I cut off the sleeves of my painting smock and open an outside atelier on the balcony of my suite on the Avenue of the Stars. The famous skyline is not necessarily tangible, but the sky offers a dramatic play. I am so deeply involved in
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I’m standing at a window in the middle of mighty skyscrapers at Times Square. Manhattan sparkles brightly at night. I turn the canvas to a portrait format and sink, full of pictorial ecstasy, into the deep crevices of the houses on pulsing Broadway. What would the view be like from all the way up, I
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My view of Edinburgh is different than anything I have seen before! In this medieval city, bathed in cream –ocher colored sandstone facades, I feel as if I have been thrown back into the middle ages. The hard walls and mystical cobblestone streets present themselves like a film setting. A handful of paints in my
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I am in paradise. But today of all days my many green colors, which I see here, are missing in my luggage. Before I can begin to paint I drive to Port Louis, the capitol city and bring every green shade I can find to put on my balcony where my easel is waiting for
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I reach the Persian Gulf, am a guest in Dubai, the city of superlatives. Everything here breaks all kinds of records – for example the drying time of my oil painting. At 45 degrees I can watch the oil on the painting evaporate. My turquoise becomes blurred with the sand colors in the mottled air.
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This time, my astonishment weighs more heavily on the finest details of the interior of my suite, so much that I almost consider directing my painting gaze to the inside. But it drives me to the highest floor of the hotel, as if I knew what expected me there: I’m standing on the terrace in
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I open the door to the hotel room and my breath catches. The Petronas Twin Towers rise 452 majestic meters high. The architectural masterpiece made of steel, aluminum, concrete and glass has such a presence, that I have the feeling as if they were standing in the middle of the room. Silver, black and blue
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In the middle of the highest towers in the world in Pudong, I am putting together my painting studio at the window facing the Huangpu River and the lively shore across from it. My gaze from the Riverview Suite cannot miss the Oriental Pearl Tower, which changes color at night. I can recognize the largest
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read moreMy glance over the shore of Kowloon on Victoria Harbor, Hong Kong Island and the peak shows such a gigantic panorama, that my 2-meter long canvas can never do it justice. A second canvas must urgently be brought here. I find it in this megacity and in the next moment, I am painting a 4-meter
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The megacity with its two continents and seas. Here I choose the generous roof terrace for my creation, within reaching distance of the Mosque next door. The mild climate now invites me to paint outside in the open. The prayers coming of out of the Minarets, music out of the cafes and the steady flow
read moreThe window to the Frankfurt skyline opens. At the twilight hour the panorama is dipped in a magical light. I am ready for a palette of pastel colors and silver. The Main River lies romantically under me and I can sense a whiff of New York in the distance. The mood changes with every glance
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My artwork is well again ! Thanks to Stephanie Paffrath, an ingenious restorator from Düsseldorf. She weaves 465 threads separately and the result is perfect. Nothing to see anymore !!! I am so happy … http://restaurierungsatelier-paffrath.de/ Mein Bild it gerettet ! Dank Stephanie Paffrath, einer wahren Restauratorin aus Düsseldorf. Sie webt 465 einzelne Fäden und
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It’s February and I lose myself in an unusually deep sky. The view from the window of my Oslo-Fjord suite greets me with a monochromatic play of colors: white-gray, green – ocean blue. A breathtaking stillness holds me under its spell. The light behind the clouds doesn’t give me any idea of the time, so
read moreI am looking at the Linden Street from the atmospheric Max Liebermann room, whose painting eternalized the view. I can see the goings on at the Elbe from here as well. As the Queen Elizabeth grandly sails by my window on its way out to sea, I paint this spectacular occasion. The hotel staff and
read moreI’ve hardly entered the most beautiful suite of this house and it is transformed into my atelier in which I organize everything perfectly and sort out my colors. The completely new viewpoint of Hamburg from my panorama window surprises me, an unexpected perspective … I can spot the harbor from far away, but it is
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This harbor panorama fits best on an extreme rectangular format. Actually, it pulls me out onto the huge roof terrace of a small, 6-room hotel to paint, but the weather changes my plans: It is an icy cold February in Hamburg. Despite the pouring rain, the view from my room cannot be more perfect. It
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