What Are You? What Am I? Those

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.

All Important Things In Art Have Always Originated From The Deepest Feeling About The Mystery Of Being.

My Figures Come And Go, Suggested By Fortune Or Misfortune. I Try To Fix Them Divested Of Their Apparent Accidental Quality.

What I Want To Show In My Work Is The Idea Which Hides Itself Behind So-called Reality.

One Of My Problems Is To Find The Ego, Which Has Only One Form And Is Immortal - To Find It In Animals And Men, In The Heaven And In The Hell Which Together Form The World In Which We Live.