We live on a farm in Wetter an der Ruhr close to the river Ruhr, that is not far from Cologne. Here is where I was born and raised. Along with my husband, our three children, and three white Anglo Arabians brothers and sisters, we have known them since they was born, 
and our dog and cat.

"...without the existence of horses I may never have begun to paint..."

In my childhood there was no sheet of paper safe from me. I had to draw a horse on it, no matter how small or big the sheet was. On the street I painted horses with a stone. In the restaurant of my parents on the beer-coasters and bill sheets with a ball pen. If there was a room to fresh up I drew horses as big as possible on the old wallpapers. If there where water vapour on the window, I painted a horse on it. If you asks me when I started to paint horses I think it was to that time when I be able to hold a pen in my hand. Later I went with a barrow through the neighbourhood and collected the old rests of colour boxes. With these colours I painted horses on our tool shed in the garden. Horses who are looking out of the stable.