when my father was twenty-one years young
he went to art school in Munich...
that was four years after he was shot on the Western Front in France,
was already piled up among the dead
when a doctor walked by, discovered he was alive
and 'they' pulled out the about 3" bullet...
that my mother carried lifelong in her portemonnai
This is a pencil drawing: he did while at art school:
http://www.geocities.com/Eureka/Promenade/4098/CRChKreuzDeisenhofen1.jpg
here is the inscription on the Cross
in my father's handwriting at that time:
http://www.geocities.com/Eureka/Promenade/4098/CRHandschriftInschriftChKreuz1921.jpg
When I asked him about the motivation for this drawing
his only reply was always that he too was among the dead and he too came back to life...
My father always remained young;
my friends used to say that "I'm much older than my father"...
and my father always asked his father re the 29th of February
and his father always told my father to get his his own son
to be born on the 29 of February...
and so it turned out that I'm the son
who just turned seventeen on the 29th of February this year,
in 2008
http://www.geocities.com/Eureka/Promenade/4098/Kuenstler.htm