The world is rather shot to pieces [end of World War II - 1945], but the spectators climb out of their caves and pretend to have again become normal and customary humans who ask each other's pardon instead of eating… — Max Beckmann Copy Share
Often, very often, I am alone. My studio in Amsterdam, (Beckmann lived in the center of Amsterdam during World War 2.) an enormous old tobacco storeroom is again filled in my imagination with figures from the old days and from… — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
It is, of course, a luxury to create art and, on top of this, to insist on expressing one's own artistic opinion. Nothing is… — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality. I am seeking for the bridge which… — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
“Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement: for transfiguration, not for the sake of play. It is the quest of… — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
My figures come and go, suggested by fortune or misfortune. I try to fix them divested of their apparent accidental quality. — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
Colour, as the strange and magnificent expression of the inscrutable spectrum of Eternity, is beautiful and important to me as a painter; I use it to enrich the canvas and to probe more deeply into the object. Colour also decided, to a certain extent, my spiritual outlook, but it is subordinated to life, and above all, to the treatment of… — Max Beckmann Copy Share
One of my problems is to find the Ego, which has only one form and is immortal - to find it in animals and… — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality. — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
I believe the reason I love painting so much is that it forces one to be objective. — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or the body of a man, a glad or sorrowful expression, the infinite seas, the wild rocks, the melancholy language of the black trees in the snow, the wild strength of spring flowers and the heavy lethargy of a… — Max Beckmann Copy Share
The world is rather shot to pieces [end of World War II - 1945], but the spectators climb out of their caves and pretend to have again become normal and customary humans who ask each other's pardon instead of eating one another or sucking each other's blood. The entertaining folly of war evaporates, distinguished boredom sits down again on the… — Max Beckmann Copy Share
In principle, any abstraction of the object is allowed which has a sufficiently strong creative power behind it. — Max Beckmann Copy Share Image
