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I totally forgot who I was . . . I considered all art senseless unless it served as a weapon in the political arena. My art was a gun and sword. . . . George Grosz1(p113)
On January 4, 1917, George Ehrenfried Grosz's (1893-1959) worst fears were realized when he was recalled to active duty in the German army; he could no longer bear the war.1(p107) At its beginning in November 1914, he had enlisted as a volunteer in Berlin, Germany, but had been discharged for medical reasons in May 1915 as unfit for service. Between enlistments, he worked frantically in his studio during the height of the war. He wrote
the Berlin I returned to was cold and grey. The crowded cafés and bars were in uncanny contrast to our gloomy unheated living quarters . . . soldiers that had been hanging tipsily on the arms of prostitutes in another time could be seen dragging themselves morosely through the streets. . . . heaven . . . [Full Text of this Article]
James C. Harris, MD
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