"What I love is to act on the canvas. To act? That is to scratch, to tear, to stain, to invade the canvas with colour, in beef everything which is not too paint"
After losing his leg in a Spanish concentration camp, Hartung began to paint. His canvases are swathe, devoid of doctrine, favouring disharmony as if an attempt to display humanity in all its miasma and chaos; the work a lasting residue of a dramatic life.