Height, width, and depth are the three phenomena which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus to protect myself from the infinity of space.
I have never, God or whatever knows, prostrated myself to be famous, but I would meander through all the sewers of the world, through all degradation… - Max Beckmann
I have never, God or whatever knows, prostrated myself to be famous, but I would meander through all the sewers of the world, through all degradation…
- Max Beckmann
My heart beats more for a raw, average vulgar art, which doesn't live between sleepy fairy-tale moods and poetry but rather concedes a direct entranc… - Max Beckmann
My heart beats more for a raw, average vulgar art, which doesn't live between sleepy fairy-tale moods and poetry but rather concedes a direct entranc…
Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome. - Max Beckmann
Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome.
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. - Max Beckmann
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.
What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us. - Max Beckmann
What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.
The stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut. - Max Beckmann
The stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut.
All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being. - Max Beckmann
All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being.
The greatest mystery of all is reality. - Max Beckmann
The greatest mystery of all is reality.
What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art. - Max Beckmann
What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.
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