Space, And Space Again, Is

Often, Very Often, I Am Alone. My Studio In Amsterdam, (beckmann Lived In The Center Of Amsterdam During World War 2.) An Enormous Old Tobacco Storeroom Is Again Filled In My Imagination With Figures From The Old Days And From The New, Like An Ocean Moved By Storm And Sun And Always Present In My Thoughts. Then Shapes Become Beings And Seem Comprehensible To Me In The Great Void And Uncertainty Of The Space Which I Call God.

Height, Width, And Depth Are The Three Phenomena Which I Must Transfer Into One Plane To Form The Abstract Surface Of The Picture, And Thus To Protect Myself From The Infinity Of Space.

There Is Nothing I Hate More Than Sentimentality.

The Metaphysics Of Substance. The Strange Feeling Which Comes Over Us When We Sense: This Is Skin - This Is Bone - All In A Single Vision That Is Completely Unearthly. The Dreaminess Of Our Existence Mixed At The Same Time With The Indescribably Sweet Illusion Of Reality.

The Individual Representation Of The Object, Treated Sympathetically Or Antipathetically, Is Highly Necessary And Is An Enrichment To The World In Form. The Elimination Of The Human Relationship Causes The Vacuum Which Makes All Of Us Suffer In Various Degrees - An Individual Alteration Of The Details Of The Object Represented Is Necessary In Order To Display On The Canvas The Whole Physicals Reality.