....some [men] are still seeking the acceptance and love of their fathers. Looking at Maurer's last painting... I'm reminded of the emptiness that these men, including Alfred, must have felt and some still feel. Here we see Alfred Maurer as he saw himself in 1927, five years before his death. He looks out at us with a rather stoic look in sepia tones, quite different from the colors he used in his other paintings of that period. The bow tie hangs limply from the collar of his wrinkled white shirt. His hat provides a bit of decorum from earlier in the day. His pursed lips and blank stare seem to indicate he has little to say at this point. What happened to the gay, happy Alfy who once roamed the streets of Paris? When he painted this, he had already lived 12 years with his father after returning from Europe because of the outbreak of WWI. What happened in that house between Alfred and his father Louis? ....'m reminded of the emptiness that these men, including Alfred, must have felt and some still feel. None of us knows what happened between Alfred and his father Louis on a daily basis. There are reports that Louis watched his son paint while standing on a stool looking through Alfred's bedroom transom window. Whether Louis did or not we do know that during the 17 years they lived together before their deaths, Louis never accepted Alfred's painting style. Alfred never returned to Europe after World War I as he had originally thought he would. It seems the wound between the two men opened more and more each year. What a terrible way to live. And Maurer's choice in death was just as terrible, hanging himself in the doorway of his father's bedroom. Suicide leaves the lives of those left behind in such disarray. In this case, his brother Charles and his sister Eugenia Furstsenberg were left to handle not only Maurer's paintings but also to deal with the emotions suicide leaves with those still living. (http://fiftytwopieces.blogspot.nl/2009/02/maurer-suicide-looking-to-poet-dick.html)