“Dear Gero Trauth, the synthesis of fantasy and reality in your pictures is sheer poetry. Writers work with words to reveal the human condition. But an accomplished writer such as you portrays the mythology of the world. You are, my dear Gero Trauth, a magician who carries his art into the realms of eternity.
My tranquil soul salutes you.
Your devoted Bip und your Marcel Marceau”

“Daytime and night, winter and summer, radiant and tranquil – sometimes a combination of all these elements – and grotesque to the very point of enchantment. This visual concept and design of Gero’s creations in porcelain is an irresistible invitation to be transported into this dream-like other world.
And it is a synthesis of the modern and the antique which makes Gero Trauth’s pictures so refreshingly new in today’s compartmentalized art world.”

Photo: Heiner Morgenthal (v.l. Gero Trauth, Prof. Justus Frantz)

“Dear Mr. Trauth, yours is exactly my conception of the art and music of Russia: a synthesis of Russian Orthodox splendour and traditional folk art: this is what you capture so brilliantly in your paintings. ‘The Firebird and Ivan’ is magnificent artistic achievement!
With very best wishes, yours affectionately, Justus Frantz”

“Gero Trauth does just about everything which has been forbidden by the so-called avant-garde. He deserves our congratulations.”

“Gero Trauth belongs to the endangered species – he is like a fairy tale – with a small piece of the rainbow instead of a brush or a pencil in his charming/graceful hand.”

“Why is the clown in this happy and beautiful scene so pensive? Because no-one appreciates it any more. Because the clown knows that Gero Trauth’s sensitive and poetic charm is encircled by charlatans and mountebanks.”

“Dear Gero Trauth, I believe that we have related souls, and that we are both attempting to set positive markers of hope in the world. In our rational, crisis-ridden world, haven’t we been given a wonderful task setting the accents of form and colour which can open the doors of discovery towards beauty and enjoyment?
I hope that we shall see many of your own peaceful oases of hope.
Yours, Otmar Alt”

“It is a fact, without a doubt,
I am entranced by Gero Trauth.
With clear decisive brush-stroke he
Lights up his world and also me.
Tales and legends, ancient lands
Conjured up by Gero’s hands.
One is enraptured,
Enthralled, encaptured.
Of Siegfried’s and Othello’s shame
Of dream-worlds’ pleasures and of pain
I too in songs
Do often declaim!
So what do we two artist share? –
Well, for our time we’re pretty rare!
And therefore through his art – no doubt –
I am entranced by Gero Trauth!”

“How easy it is to transport oneself into the innocence and wonder of
your fairy-tale paintings, moving from one sunburst of colour to the
next. It was Harlequin, however, stringing a row of Chinese lanterns
across a children’s landscape which held my attention the longest.
Yours, Peter Härtling”

“….Three words capture the essence of Gero Trauth’s artistry: colour, form, fantasy. This artist realizes his dreams and the observer can dream away his own reality while observing it. In Gero Trauth’s Dream-Reality World, the principle of hope lives on.”

“Burnt in the fiery furnace
The children of your fantasy
Keep glowing
Composed
At the heart of your art
A remedy
For eyes set cold
And the frosty death
Of our vanishing planet.”

“…. a pity, though, that Michael Ende is no longer with us. I think
that perhaps his way of telling stories corresponds to your pictures
more strongly than any other contemporary German literature. He would
have been able to spin many a tale just from seeing your paintings.
Yours, Wolfgang Frühwald”

Photo: Heiner Morgenthal (v.l. Prof. Dr. Fritz B. Simon, Gero Trauth)

“No-one can resist the psychedelic power of the dreams and hallucinations in Gero Trauth’s paintings of a fantasy world. They are full of idealism, present a picture of an unbelievably harmonious world, and provide, through their detachment from reality, an enormous sense of liberation. And yet it is exactly this unreal sweetness and the clear brilliance of the colours which reveal a hidden truth: the bitterness of melancholy, the tone-in-tone greyness of everyday life and the sadness of the clown.”

“Dear Gero Trauth,
Your wonderful, original watercolour has given me many happy hours.
Whenever I look at your painting, sunshine returns immediately, despite the dull autumn days.
Heartfelt thanks for the sunshine.
Yours, Birgit Nilsson”

“Dear Mr. Trauth, I was very touched …a dreaming violinist, half asleep, playing his violin on a cloud, with the nightsun over his shoulder. It brings together fantasy and reality, night and day, and it is definitely a nocturnal image. I have myself practised through several nights when I had to learn works within a few days – once in Venice for the Shostakovich concerto, once in Amsterdam, for about two days and nights, the Alban Berg concerto, and once in an English town. I cannot remember the work I was playing there, and I do not know if I resemble the gentleman in your watercolour, but it could be me.
Yours sincerely, Yehudi Menuhin”

“Your pictures succeed in drawing the observer into them, thus forgetting the real world. Congratulations on your oeuvre.
Yours, Ferdinand Piëch”

“Dear Mr. Trauth,
What a delight to step into such an enchanting world: so effortless, exhilarating, and poetic.
Thank you with all my heart.
Greetings and very best wishes. Yours, Marion Dönhoff”

“Dear Gero, your wonderful book, which makes one feel involuntarily transported into a peaceful paradise-like world painted with the colours of the rainbow, populated by creatures from the fairy tales of childhood, enchanted and delighted us to the point of addiction – we need more!
Yours, Mirja Sachs”

“Dear Mr. Trauth,
With the help of your wonderful plate I could eat my way into a magic world, safe in the knowledge that the emptier the plate became the happier I should be. But of course you don’t actually eat from such a work of art; you rather look at it, find a nice place to put it and enjoy eating your spinach from a plain white plate instead.
Yours, Hellmuth Karasek”

Photo: Heiner Morgenthal

“For many people nowadays the terms “Fairytale” and “Magic” are almost annoyingly provocative. Both indicate a condition which, thanks to science, man believed he had left behind him, but which people all over the world have tried to capture for eternity in their stories. In fairy-tales there are no clearly defined borderlines between the wonderful and the explicable – the invisible and the visible. Nevertheless, fairy tales, legends and myths are now celebrating an unmistakable renaissance. When we pause on our journey from myth (Mythos) to its expression (Logos), we only need to look back over our shoulder to rediscover the old stories and ancient perceptions of our world. We and the world need this idyll, and this is what Gero Trauth is telling us.”

“Dear Gero Trauth,
Well, it really is difficult to get hold of the Lord of the Stars in person. You just never know which planet he’s hanging out on. Perhaps he’s having a stardust breakfast with the Little Prince and his friend, the Fox?…The affinity between you, Marceau and Exupéry came to my mind a lot earlier. It’s the same poetic magic – Paradise. My enthusiasm for your work began with “The Dreams of Katharina” and there is no end in sight….
Your love of Russian and Oriental art doesn’t surprise me. I, myself, have often danced at celebrations of the Russian community, mainly gypsy and Hungarian folklore dances – and this with blond hair and blue eyes!
This cannot be explained rationally, so I would like to quote the Lebanese philosopher, Khalil Gebran who said:
‘Your children are not your children; they are an expression of the desire for life itself’.
Yours, Brigitte Alexis”

“And when we came to the shore
We sat a long time in the boat
Seeing the sky’s perfection
On the water’s face afloat
And saw through the pear trees’ branches
The swarming fishes billow
And a plane swam straight across a lake
To shatter soft on the willow
– soft on the willow
What will become of our dreams
In this trouble-torn land
The wounds themselves refuse to mend
Bound up with the filthy old band
And what will become our friends
And what of you and of me
– I would so much rather be somewhere else
Yet it’s here I prefer to be
– here I prefer to be

Gero Trauth, you will surely find the right picture for this song.
Sincerely, Wolf Biermann”