Elisabeth Karlinsky painted portraits of me and my brother when we were children. She had trained at a school of painting in Vienna and was married to Hans Scherfig. Later, she was not especially enthusiastic about the self-portrait of mine shown here in the exhibition. She thought it pretentious, though she did feel it possessed a certain dash of pictorial imagination. My brother was embarrassed by everything I did. By the painting and a life mask I had cast. He believed it was all manifestations of extreme egocentrism. He was probably right.