Peter Busch's pictures are transmitted to us from somewhere on time's outer limits. It seems as if invisible merchants have sown the seeds of eternal summer. [...] The dramatic tension of Busch's pictures results from the scepticism he implants in our hearts - it seems that such impeccable harmony and peacefulness can take but a wicked course, for that is where all life ultimately ends. But where is the hitch? Indeed, Busch's paintings pertain to pending catastrophe. Equally threatening are the manneristically miniaturised figures that seem to stroll almost casually through the landscape. Their apparent triviality only serves to heighten their indefinable horror.
from Guth, Peter. "Peter Busch: High Noon." Ed. Galerie Kleindienst. Peter Busch. Leipzig, 2003.