My father's atelier is the physical counterpart of the perception, he has gently instilled in me throughout my childhood, that what surrounds us is always intricate, magic and elusive. Max honours complexity in his art and rarely just depicts ravishing beauty or pure misery. A wonderful and peaceful scene, painted in the most delicate shades, might include, almost hidden, a small but brutal reminder of this world's imperfection. In the same way, what looks like a fierce critic of the modern way of life may contain a touch of hope and harmony if only in its colours. Thus, his work offers no easy hiding place from what is hideous and no harbour for ruthless pessimism either. It opens a door to a different kind of perception of life. The sensation of belonging flesh and soul to a bigger design and a glimpse of the numinous quality of our surroundings.