“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 dignified old overstuffed chairs.. .May I report about myself that I have had a truly grotesque time, brim-full with work, Nazi persecutions, bombs, hunger, and again and again work - in spite of everything [a. o. using his bed sheets as canvas for the new paintings].” WorldHumansMayWarEndsAsksPiecesBloodBedNormalEatingShotsHungerWar Of The WorldsBoredomFollyBombsReportsSpiteClimbsChairsWorld War IiEntertainingWorld War IAgain And AgainCanvasNaziSheetsPersecutionCavesSpectatorsDistinguishedPardonGrotesqueBed Sheets Author:Max Beckmann
“All effort at originality must end either in the quaint or the monstrous. For no man knows himself as an original; he can only believe it on the report of others.” KnowsMenBelieveEndsEffortOriginalsReportsOriginalityMonstrousQuaint Book:Lectures on Art, and Poems Source: Lectures on Art, and Poems