Alfred Gutekunst

I was born 8 years after the last Great War and raised in a little winemaker village in the southern of Germany, where drunken giant Roman snails wandered aimlessly around, till they were caught and shoed by my father, a blacksmith, while my mother sang and played the steam-piano. The snails were used to carry barrels full of wine to the next town and further.

My grandfather showed me how to draw things to keep them alive. So I started to become an artist.