In public buildings set aside for the care and maintenance of the goods of the middle ages, a staff of civil service art attendants praise all the dead, irrelevant scribblings and scrawlings that, at best, have only historical interest for… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
The cult of individuality and personality, which promotes painters and poets only to promote itself, is really a business. The greater the 'genius' of… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
What can I say about the First World War, a war in which I served as an infantryman, a war I hated at the… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
I was disappointed, not because we had lost the war but because our people had allowed it to go on for so many years,… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
The war was a mirror; it reflected man's every virtue and every vice, and if you looked closely, like an artist at his drawings,… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
Very little changed fundamentally, except that the proud German soldier had turned into a defeated bundle of misery and the great German army had… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
In 1916 I was discharged from military service, or rather, given a sort of leave of absence on the understanding that I might be… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
I don't even like to talk about it. I hated being a number and not merely because I was a very small one. I… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
The neutrality and clarity of an engineering drawing is a better model for teaching about art than all the uncontrollable drivel about the cabbala… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
When John Heartfield and I invented photomontage in my South End studio at five o'clock on a May morning in 1916, neither of us… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
It's an old ploy of the bourgeoisie. They keep a standing 'art' to defend their collapsing culture. — George Grosz Copy Share Image
My drawings and paintings were done as an act of protest; I was trying by means of my work to convince the world that… — George Grosz Copy Share Image
Peace was declared, but not all of us were drunk with joy or stricken blind. — George Grosz Copy Share Image
