The path to painting leads the painter Michael Maier over a threshold. When he passes it, he finds himself in a kind of “witch kitchen”, in which he brews his art concoctions and breaks down the borders of our world of values. In the artistic act, he becomes emotionally and physically one with his work. His works erupts forth out of himself. They come into being in rapid, sometimes destructively creative acts. Afterwards, he is often surprised about what he has given birth to. The feat is exhaustive. Only a few hours a day, and then he must stop. He does not wish to live with this emotionality the entire day, as he says. One must portion it out—he cannot manage more than that.