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expressionism-art: Portrait of Quappi in pink and purple, 1931, Max BeckmannSize: 110x70 cm

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Portrait of Quappi in pink and purple, 1931,Max Beckmann

Size: 110x70 cm

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max-beckmann: Self-portrait in front of red curtain, 1923, Max Beckmann

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Self-portrait in front of red curtain, 1923,Max Beckmann


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max-beckmann: The Iron Bridge (View of Frankfurt), 1922, Max BeckmannMedium: oil,canvas

max-beckmann:

The Iron Bridge (View of Frankfurt), 1922,Max Beckmann


Medium: oil,canvas

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max-beckmann: The Iron Bridge (View of Frankfurt), 1922, Max BeckmannMedium: oil,canvas

max-beckmann:

The Iron Bridge (View of Frankfurt), 1922,Max Beckmann


Medium: oil,canvas

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Perseus, 1941, Max BeckmannMedium: oil,canvas

Perseus, 1941,Max Beckmann


Medium: oil,canvas
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Railway Bridge and Rainbow, 1942, Max BeckmannMedium: oil,canvas

Railway Bridge and Rainbow, 1942,Max Beckmann


Medium: oil,canvas
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The argonauts, 1950, Max Beckmann

The argonauts, 1950,Max Beckmann


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Adam and Eve, 1917, Max BeckmannMedium: oil,canvas

Adam and Eve, 1917,Max Beckmann


Medium: oil,canvas
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Party in Paris, 1947, Max Beckmann

Party in Paris, 1947,Max Beckmann


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The Habor of Genua, 1927, Max BeckmannMedium: oil,canvas

The Habor of Genua, 1927,Max Beckmann


Medium: oil,canvas
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max-beckmann: Blindman’s buff, 1945, Max Beckmann

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Blindman’s buff, 1945,Max Beckmann


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Woman with parrot, 1946, Max Beckmann

Woman with parrot, 1946,Max Beckmann


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beetleinabox: Max Beckmann, The Night, 1919 (Kunstsammlung Nordrhein-Westfalen, Düsseldorf).J. M

beetleinabox:

Max Beckmann, The Night, 1919 (Kunstsammlung Nordrhein-Westfalen, Düsseldorf).

J. M. Bernstein writes:

The cruelty of abstraction, its cutting into the flesh of sensuousness in order to enact such sensuousness, engages us on the ground of our bodily mortality, which the reigning universals eclipse as a condition for meaning. The disturbance, distress, suffering of the material surface - just that - that these canvases perform (on and to us) are a way of calling back and voicing sensuous reality in its mortal coils, of recalling or inventing an experience of depth of transcendence that hangs on nothing more than our bodily habitation of a material world in which all things pass away.

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