Wednesday, November 5, 2014


My grandfather, the painter's youngest son, was
 - like his father - 
an artist.

He was a talented violinist and a pianist 
and he wrote this book in 1938.

The colour of the old music paper, so beautiful.

The booklet is dated 1944. 
During the war there was probably no music paper
 available, so he had to draw the lines by hand.

Music was his life.

I am planning to frame some of the pages for my studio.