His experience of gaol did not deter him from continuing to oppose the Nazi Party and in 1944, he was forced to flee into hiding until the end of the Second World War. Some time after his divorce he married Traudi Millmeir, with whom he had two more children. He returned to painting and in the 'fifties was having one-man exhibitions in various capital cities. A painter does not mean only a pair of hands - he paints from his heart what his eyes see. The picture then wants to find friends.
Pictures are like children who leave home.
Nobody asks them whether their father has lost a foot or an arm. These houses with their vivid reflections trembling in the lagoon were an inspiration which brought him back to the island year after year. He bought a plot of land there and parked a caravan on it which became his summer residence. To the sympathetic onlookers this meant only one thing - and coins tinkled into the hat. However, he had to face the fact that if he sat at his easel in public in his comfortable studio clothes the well-intended coins would continue to rain about him.