2006 / oil on canvas / 70×110 cm

…ever on the road of her life pilgrimage…

In my childhood my mother used to tell me about her unbelievably horrible experiences in the concentration camps. To listen to them was very hard for me.
It took me many years to somehow get to terms with my neuroses of guilt
(since my own life was so easy, compared to hers!).
In this painting I depicted her holding her birthday cake (which she loved),
in the middle of the blood stained cobble stones of my hometowns’ main street.
On the upper left of the picture, we see a carriage with her belongings,
Which she hoped to save from the Nazis.
Her baby soul in its purity hovers above it all.