an exhibition at the Centre Pompidou, Paris, September 10, 2002–January 6, 2003; the Tate Modern,London, February 13–May 5, 2003;and the Museum of Modern Art,Queens, June 25–September 30, 2003
Centre Pompidou, 409 pp., 56! (paper)
Max Beckmann was born in 1884 in Leipzig, and died on December 27, 1950, in New York City. He was, I think, the greatest painter to emerge from the brief but extraordinary artistic big bang of Weimar Germany. If he is less famous than some more sensational figures, it is because he was never a joiner. Beckmann went his own way, always. This is what George Grosz, a fellow New York émigré, wrote after his death: 'Beckmannmaxe was a kind of hermit, the Hermann Hesse of painting, German and heavy, unapproachable, with the personality of a paperweight, utterly lacking in humor.'[2]
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