I had been actively sketching from the time I departed for Germany in 1975. I would take long walks or bicycle in the countryside with my sketchbook drawing landscapes, rural scenes and portraits. Wandering around Nuremberg, the 16th century home of Albrecht Durer, I drew the architecture, street scenes and construction sites where a modern subway system was being built. Trying to make some money I peddled printed cards with these scenes and made sidewalk paintings with colored chalk in a busy shopping zone.
I spent a lot of time at the Germanisches Nationalmuseum drawing from their collection of historic musical instruments. It was there that I was allowed to study the original drawings of the masters from the national collection. Curators there allowed me to handle portfolios containing etchings, engravings and drawings. My repeated visits yielded a memorable special privilege. From the deepest vault I was handed a rare drawing of Albrecht Durer. For those few moments I felt in some spiritual communication with the master. I had visited his home, read his letters and now proposed to live in his town.