Christoph Exler. Everybody has his own concept of love and art. And love is the only form of art where everybody

considers himself to be highly professional. I wrote these angry lines after personal talk with this painter in one of Vienna cafes. He impressed me as sarcastic person with obviously reduced respect to others mental systems, cultures and nationalities, than his own. This man whom I met by chance in Graben, introduced himself as well known Austrian painter, and with certain aplomb he invited me to drink a cup of cofree with him. There in Havelka he demonstrated me one of his drawings. It was very dark in cafe, and I could not make portrait of a man. He talked much and gave feeling of being sarcastic. In breaks between consumation of beer, he criticized all photographers for being stupid and especially me, though he had never seen what I was doing. I paid attention to small detail, that always signalizes for me about ways person has and his awareness, that though he invited me, I lost two hours listening to him and paid for my drink myself. He didn’t offer to pay for me.