I thought the war would never end. And perhaps it never did, either.

It's an old ploy of the bourgeoisie. They keep a standing 'art' to defend their collapsing culture.

I thought the war would never end. And perhaps it never did, either.

The bourgeoisie and the petty bourgeoisie have armed themselves against the rising proletariat with, among other things, culture. It's an old ploy of the bourgeoisie. They keep a standing art to defend their collapsing culture.

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 had any inkling of its great possibilities, nor of the thorny yet successful road it was to take. As so often happens in life, we had stumbled across a vein of gold without knowing it.

How did I come to be an artist ? Endless curiosity, observation, research - and a great amount of joy in the thing

Very little changed fundamentally, except that the proud German soldier had turned into a defeated bundle of misery and the great German army had disintegrated.