Richter www.gerhard-richter.com/en en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerhard_Richter and his daughter embody much of the past. Brought up near what is now the Polish border, his childhood was lived under the Nazis and disrupted by the war. He studied afterwards in the devastated city of Dresden. . . .

Betty inhabits a space still animated by her father’s work, although his painting is no longer discernible in the dark wall behind her, just as all Germans live in the presence -- growing fainter, but still commanding -- of the deeds of their predecessors. What Betty makes on her father and his generation, we cannot know. But, in a moment, this young woman will turn to face us, and the future. ` Page 563