"I want space, space. Depth, naturalness. As far as possible no violence. And austere colours...The pallor of an atmospheric storm and yet all of our pulsating sensual life. A new, still richer variation of violet red and pallid yellow gold. Something rustling and rank like a lot of silk that one peels apart, and wild gruesome glorious life."
-Max Beckmann (Diary entry, 1901)