Oil on canvas · 38 × 44″
Christopher Isherwood’s book Goodbye to Berlin was written during his stay in the late 30’s and captured in poetic descriptions subtle but powerful essences of the zeitgeist. I was startled to find similar and identifiable visual references in my paintings. Take for example this quotation:
But the real heart of Berlin is a small damp black wood — the Tiergarten. At this time of the year, the cold begins to drive the peasant boys out of their tiny unprotected villages into the city, to look for food, and work. But the city, which glowed so brightly and invitingly in the night sky above the plains, is cold and cruel and dead. Its warmth is an illusion, a mirage of the winter desert. It will not receive these boys. It has nothing to give. The cold drives them out of its streets, into the wood which is its cruel heart. And there they cower on benches, to starve and freeze, and dream of their far-away cottage stoves.