I also met
Ernst Fuchs who, at
that time, lived in the villa of the celebrated Austrian architect
He lived surrounded by young women. He was not a professor
at the academy and with his skull cap and flowing beard, he
looked more like a rabbi than a famous painter. His paintings
were a fantastic fusion of symbolism, surrealism and historicism.
My efforts at selling a painting or getting a promise for
an exhibition, amounted to nothing. The
Viennese art market seemed impenetrable; the cards were stacked
in favor of the five major representatives of the "Weiner
Schule" of fantastic realism; Hausner, Fuchs, Hutter, Lemden
goal in Vienna was to stabilize my situation (financial, official,
etc.) and then to create a counter current to the monopoly established
by fantastic realism. But
the importance of the school and the deep roots that it had
established in the Austrian psyche made my project rather unrealistic
to say the least. In the meantime,
with the free month that I owed Hausner still due, life together
was pretty much impossible financially and my wife went to live
with her parents in Turkey taking our young daughter with her.
I sold my cameras to finance their trip. I was so occupied and
distracted during this period that the paintings I had begun
in Vienna I would only finish ten years later in Paris.