30 December 1992
What counts is the world of the mind, and of art, in which we grow up. Over the decades, this remains our home and our world. We know the names of those artists and musicians and poets, philosophers and scientists; we know their work and their lives. To us, they – and not the politicians and rulers – are the history of human-kind, the others are barely names to us, and the associations that they arouse, if any, are horrific ones: for rulers can make their mark only through atrocities.
No greater contrast is conceivable than that between Kafka and Kaiser Wilhelm II.
The Daily Practice of Painting by Gerhard Richter