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My heart beats more for a raw, average vulgar art, which doesn't live between sleepy fairy-tale moods and poetry but rather concedes a direct entrance to the fearful, commonplace, splendid and the average grotesque banality in life.

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Max Beckmann
Age: 66 †
Born: 1884
Born: February 12
Died: 1950
Died: December 27
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