German - Artist | February 12, 1884 - December 28, 1950
I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.
Max Beckmann
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Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.
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On my left the shooting had the sharp explosion of the infantry artillery, on my right could be heard the sporadic cannon shots thundering from the front, and up above the sky was clear and the sun bright.
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I hardly need to abstract things, for each object is unreal enough already, so unreal that I can only make it real by means of painting.
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I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers.
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It was so wonderful outside that even the wild senselessness of this enormous death, whose music I hear again and again, could not disturb me from my great enjoyment!
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Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement... for transfiguration, not for the sake of play.
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Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.
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I do not weep: I loathe tears, for they are a sign of slavery.
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I believe the reason I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective.
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There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.
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I think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.
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