Le fauteuil à oreilles

Snugly settled deep in his wingback armchair, he spies on, scrutinizes, and dissects the guests of this 'artistic dinner' on Gentzgasse in Vienna. An enormous caricature that triggers burst after burst of laughter.

Yet the grand inquisitor questions himself: "I hate these people, yet I am forced to love them nevertheless." – It is he who writes it. He is no stranger to contradictions. His irritation is his therapy. He needs these people. They are his punching bag.