Franz Kaindl appreciates at Maria Ohmayer the immense impulsiveness of portrayal. Unimportant, if she draws, colour paints or oil-paints, each of her very own artistical activities gets a sign of spontaneity. The immediate experience is the starting - and hingepoint of her art: The place she lives in, the people entering her sight, special emotional events, the flowers delighting her eyes. With competent painted lines, sharp and exact, than again more broad and softly wiped with the thumb, the subject of arty interest is brought on a just ready sheet of paper.