His art was surreal, utopic and poetic. Werner Schrödl lived a rich life full of inspiration and outstanding ideas. His photos, films, installations and performances always touched and surprised. He was close to his friends and always had fun with our kids. When Leopold (maybe at the age of 5) put a long breadstick in Werners spinning fan at his atelier, he laughed out loud and said that this could be an inspiration for his next art project.
We have some wonderful photo-works from him. But I will never have the chance to see a new one. Werner died on April 13 this year from cancer.
But I see you in your work Werner. You live. Somewhere.