About Wolfgang Hollegha
Wolfgang Hollegha is urgently needed by nature. It needs him because he treats it decently.
Because otherwise it will be abused by art aunts, by the last cry for nature, by B.B.'s and so on. Because otherwise she is surrounded by existences who want to use her as an alibi. From the first sketches and his drawings, Hollegha slowly moves along his track to the finished pictures. However, he does not board the train of time that runs between art heaven and art journalism. Because the latter is often enough made of cardboard, while the latter is home to the pretenders, the fakes, the horseplayers, the smear comedians.
Those who don't crawl around in art editorial offices have more time to work.
If you are a Hollegha, you don't need lines for yourself or against yourself or about yourself, because your quality will be recognised. Admittedly with a certain delay, but the truth is slow and takes a long time.