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 BeckmannSpace, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.
Max BeckmannI think only of objects: of a leg or an arm, of the wonderful sense of foreshortening, breaking through the plane, of the division of space, of the combination of straight lines in relation to curved ones.
Max BeckmannWhat I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.
Max Beckmann