22.03.2012 in22:05 in Art -->
My father died before my second birthday and I grew up with a pervading sense of my own mortality. The fear was intensified when my mother would tell me, in anger, that I was stubborn and willful like my father; And like him, I would leave home at sixteen and be dead at the age of twenty-five. I did leave home at sixteen and at twenty I began to work on this cemetery series with the certainty that I had only five years left to live. On my twenty-sixth birthday I visited my mother and told her how relieved I was to have outlived the Krause curse. She thought for a momemt and said “Actually your father was twenty-seven when he died”.