Keifer is a fascinating post-war German artist, part of a movement sometimes called the European ‘trans-avantgarde’ – utopianism is one of its characteristics. Kiefer works in all sorts of media, and at all scales. The first canvases of his that I saw were huge tactile frames in a show at the Hayward Gallery on the southbank. Like much of my early ‘art education’ I just walked into the place knowing nothing about the stuff I was about to see (his work was part of a group retrospective of German artists: there were plenty in there I had never heard of, I saw my first Gerhard Richter there [he is one of my heroes now] a photorealist painting of a girl reading a paper – I looked at it for a good while before reading the little sign beside it and learning, with some amazement, that it wasn’t a photograph). Kiefer’s canvases were like fields lifted up and hung out to dry. I liked them a lot. Something about him here. This is called, Jerusalem.