Remembering Karl Heinz Rummeny.

The last ones, we can’t stop thinking about Karl Heinz. The caretaker asked us to leave two hours earlier. In the park, candles float on the see for him, and it is as always: too late. The wonderful „Parkhaus“, curator, who was so tirelessly committed to art, to artists, died on Sunday. And white roses lie scattered on the flowerbeds. We played Birds Lament by Moon Dog, talked about the eternal life that exists only in remembering. Unbelievable, Karl Heinz has left us.

Karl Heinz with Johannes Stüttgen, talking about Beuys.