1921, oil on wood, 65 x 51 cm,
Here Boeckl takes to its furthest extreme his own invention of pictorial form and rendering of colour. The form has the effect of being kneaded in clay; the dried-out colour has been drawn into thousands of wrinkles. Fine drawing, modelling and shading has been deliberately renounced. The respected Viennese citizen looks grotesquely distorted, almost ugly.