Like many artists Florian Krewer wasn’t so good with school. By his own admission he was pretty lazy, he didn’t get good grades. School just did not interest him. So he left, trained as a house painter, and pursued a professional qualification.
But Krewer, born in Gerolstein, in the west of Germany, had always loved drawing and, before long, decided to save himself from life up a ladder by enrolling to study architecture, one hour away in Cologne. It was there he was set a task by a college professor to analyse the seasons by their color combinations.
None of the students really understood the assignment, but Krewer ‘borrowed’ a canvas and some oil paint from his sister and pressed ahead. He thought he would just paint some flowers, but soon became overtaken by the exercise, “I completely let go,” he says recalling the moment today.
