On His Way to The Met • Max Beckmann in New York, with Curator Sabine Rewald

New York energised the German Expressionist Max Beckmann and stimulated his imagination when he lived there from September 1949 to December 1950. Max Beckmann in New York, which accompanies The Metropolitan Museum of Art exhibition on show until 20 February 2017, focuses on 40 beautifully illustrated works that Beckmann painted in New York during the last 16 months of his life, as well as earlier works from New York collections.

Max Beckmann

An informative and accessible essay by curator Sabine Rewald, as well as detailed catalogue entries for each work and generous excerpts from the artist’s letters, diaries and ephemera, illuminate Beckmann’s difficult and tumultuous life and make this an essential volume for anyone interested in the artist. Rachel High, on behalf of The Metropolitan Museum of Art, had the opportunity to speak with Sabine about the inspiration for the catalogue, the devotion of Beckmann’s wife Quappi and the artist’s refusal to interpret his work to others.

 


On His Way to The Met • Max Beckmann in New York

Rachel High: The inspiration for this book and exhibition is a bit unusual. Could you speak about what inspired you to tackle this subject?

Sabine Rewald: It is very unusual. The artist died on his way to our museum. What inspired me was not only that he died, but also the circumstances: he wanted to see his self-portrait in the exhibition American Painting Today. He had a heart attack during his walk there. I don’t know that many other artists died on the way to The Met, but I thought this deserved an exhibition. The show takes place 66 years after he died at the age of 66.

Max Beckmann

This final self-portrait by Beckmann was on display at The Met when he passed away. Max Beckmann (German, 1884–1950). Self-Portrait in Blue Jacket, 1950. Oil on canvas, 543/4 x 36 in. (139.1 x 91.4 cm). Signed and dated (lower right): Beckmann NY 50. Saint Louis Art Museum, Bequest of Morton D. May

Beckmann came to New York after having spent 10 years in voluntary exile in Amsterdam. He moved from there to Saint Louis, where he lived for two years, but New York meant, for him, the end of exile. He was only here 16 months, but he painted some 40 paintings.

The book also includes paintings from other periods of his life that are in New York collections. Beckmann had two dealers who supported him, J. B. Neumann and Curt Valentin, both from Berlin. They came to New York in 1923 and 1937, respectively, and sold works to New York collectors. Generations of New Yorkers have bought Beckmann, so this book is like a mini-retrospective, covering his work from the 1920s to 1950s.

Rachel High: As you’ve just mentioned, the book includes works made by Beckmann while he was living in New York as well as works in New York collections. He didn’t live here for very long, but what role did the city play in Beckmann’s reception as an artist?

Max Beckmann

Max Beckmann in his studio at 234 East 19th Street with his painting, Falling Man. © Max Beckmann Archive

Sabine Rewald: He lived here at the time of the emerging Abstract Expressionist artists. When The Met organised the exhibition American Painting Today, these artists – called ‘The Irascibles’ – wrote a protest letter to the Museum’s president because they were enraged that such conservative works were shown. The letter made the front page of The New York Times and a group photograph was later made of them for Life magazine; I illustrate it in my catalogue. Beckmann and the Abstract Expressionists were like ships in the night; he had no idea or interest in what was going on in those circles. He wouldn’t set foot in any of the galleries that showed that type of work.

Beckmann’s work was not much in demand at that time. While he was in voluntary exile in Amsterdam, people admired him for his heroic stance. After a few years in the United States, sales did not go so well. To subsidise his artwork, he taught at the Brooklyn Museum Art School and, in September 1950, he took on an additional teaching position at an art school at West 130th Street. The job did not last long. The school went bankrupt in mid-November. So, being in New York was more for his mental well-being than for his career.

Rachel High: The book delves into Beckmann’s relationship with his second wife Quappi. It is relatively rare for an artist’s wife to be discussed at length in an art historical text. Could you discuss why you think Quappi’s story is essential to Beckmann’s story?

Max Beckmann

Max Beckmann (German, 1884–1950). Vaudeville Act (Quappi), 1934 and 1937. Oil on canvas, 54 7/8 x 23 1/2 in. (139.4 x 59.7 cm). The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Bequest of Miss Adelaide Milton de Groot (1876–1967), 1967. (67.187.51) © 2016 Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

Sabine Rewald: Quappi came from a very prominent family in Frankfurt. Her father was a famous painter and collector, and they were very well to do. She was over 20 years younger than Beckmann. She was a violinist, a trained fine musician. As Beckmann’s wife, she had to give up her artistic career because Beckmann always said one artist is enough in a marriage, so she devoted her life to him. She was very graceful and looked fragile, but she was his anchor and his pillar.

It was easy for the first years of their marriage –  when Beckmann was at the height of his career in Frankfurt – but less so in 1933 when Hitler came to power and Beckmann left for greater anonymity in Berlin. In 1937, when his work was called degenerate and confiscated, he exiled himself in Amsterdam and things were even more difficult. She stuck with him through thick and thin. What is most amazing is that after Beckmann died, Quappi lived for another 36 years in New York. I asked her granddaughter, Mayen Beckmann, why Quappi stayed in New York. She was German. Her family had a wonderful house in Bavaria near Murnau. Why did she not move back? Apparently Quappi felt that somehow Beckmann’s spirit was still in the apartment. She would dream of him and talk with him in her sleep, so she had to stay in the city.

‘I’ve never worked on a tougher artist than Beckmann. He’s tough.’ – Sabine Rewald

Rachel High: A common thread in your past publications is that they include excerpts from the artist’s letters, journals and other writings, and this book is no exception. How do Beckmann’s writings help the reader understand him and his work?

Sabine Rewald: His writing sheds not a single light on his paintings. He hated to have to interpret his work. When The Museum of Modern Art was thinking of buying Max Beckmann’s first triptych, The Departure, which is in the catalogue and the exhibition, Curt Valentin was asked by director Alfred Barr to ask Beckmann what the painting depicted. Beckmann liked to mingle the metaphysical with realism and people often cannot make head or tail out of what is going on in his paintings. Beckmann retorted, ‘well, if he wants to know what’s going on just tell him to return the picture’. He wouldn’t descend to give interpretations. Once he said, pointing to the sky, ‘only he upstairs knows what’s going on’. He hated when people asked for the meaning.

Max Beckmann

Beckmann refused to explain his artwork even to those that wished to purchase it. Max Beckmann (German, 1884–1950). Departure, 1932, 1933–35. Oil on canvas, Side panels 84 3/4 x 39 1/4 in. (215.3 x 99.7 cm), Center panel 84 3/4 x 45 3/8 in. (215.3 x 115.2 cm). Not signed or dated. The Museum of Modern Art, New York, Given anonymously (by exchange), 1942

The Germans invaded Amsterdam in 1940 and Beckmann destroyed his diaries up until that year, so only his diaries from 1940 to 1950 are published. They tell you things of daily life, of people who he met, how many hours he worked, of the weather, and of walks, wherever he went. It is interesting to compare the original diaries to the published text. The published diaries were carefully edited by his wife Quappi, who took out derogatory remarks about those still alive then and references to his frequent visits to the Plaza Hotel for a ‘recovery drink,’ or two. His original writings are all in Sütterlin, a type of old German script that was taught in German schools when Beckmann was young. On some of his paintings his signature is in Sütterlin. It’s very difficult to read and near impossible for someone who isn’t German to understand. I’ll tell you, I’ve never worked on a tougher artist than Beckmann. He’s tough.

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