“I brought them out randomly,” she said. “This is the last on the shelf, and this is the first.”
“Oh, I was really young,” Kiefer said. “It was 1969. I was 21”
I was 24 years old in 1969, I think, but I didn’t say anything, and instead I started browsing the book. I saw some drawings that looked like copies of the Renaissance works.
“What were you doing then? Were you studying art?”
“No, no. In 1966 I started studying law in Freiburg, at the university. I always thought I was an artist. But I had a complex. I thought, I don’t need an art school. I thought, I’m a genius.”
“Do you really? Do you think you were a genius when you were 21?”
In one of these books I wrote once, “I am the greatest painter, no doubt.” Heh heh heh heh! Today I will not say it, it is complete nonsense. What is the best ‘? But in those days, I believed it. I wrote it As an issue, you know? No doubt, I am the best. ”
Around noon, Forreli reminded Kiefer that the workers were melting lead in the basement.
“Let’s get some bullets,” Kiefer said. He looked at me. “Do you want to see that?”
I said, “I’d love to see that.”
“Oh, good, good. It’s always a big job. Before, I did everything myself, you know.” I poured it myself. And that was very dangerous. As soon as I was covered, it was summer, I only had shorts, and then the handle broke. Then the lead was coming down and sticking to my skin. I have a lot of hair and I had to get rid of it like that. …
With his hand he showed me how to remove the bullets from his legs.
“Because it was shocking, you know, you don’t have any pain. Then I put myself in white linen – the best thing to do was, the doctor told me that – and hee hee, then there was a few days later a crust. The problem was that the blood didn’t spread well Because the shell was very difficult. It was a problem for several months. But I survived. I have a brother, you know, who is a doctor. He said: You must have died. Of all the lead .. ”