1943

I think about Morandi painting on top of a hill surrounded by fascism,
I think about Picabia finding inspiration in soft porn magazines on the Côte d'Azur,
I think about Marinetti returning sick from the Russian Front,
I think about Duchamp playing chess in his New York apartment,
I think about Ronald Searle P.O.W. in the Kwai jungle,
I think about Ensor sitting at home in bombarded Ostend,
I think about Otto Dix watching his works being destroyed by the Nazis,
I think about Beckmann under siege in Amsterdam,
I think about Dali, Ernst and Breton re-united in their New York exiles,
I think about Magritte painting Fantômas stepping over Paris,
I think about Mondrian painting Broadway BoogieWoggie,
I think about Derain much courted by the Nazis in Paris,
I think about Tatlin observing bird flights from his garden in Moscow,
I think about Beuys flying his Stuka dive-bomber over Crimea,
I think about de Chirico copying himself in a corner of his studio,
I think about Matisse "painting with scissors" on the French Riviera,
I think about Soutine dying from an ulcer in Paris while escaping Gestapo,
I think about Grosz repudiating his past from his new home in Long Island,
I think about Lee Miller photographing English women driving tractors,
I think about Kandinsky in the suburbs of Paris ceasing to write,
I think about Paul Nash once again appointed War Artist for the British Army,
I think about Leni Riefenstahl filming Tiefland with extras from concentration camps,
I think about Schlemmer forbidden to paint and dying in an hospital of Baden-Baden>,
I think about Picasso making a sculpture out of a bicycle in occupied Paris,
I think about Hanna Höch painting the Totentanz triptych in Nazi Germany,
I think about Camille Claudel dying forgotten in the asylum of Montdevergues,
I think about Siqueiros publishing in War, Art of War from his Cuban exile,
I think about Emil Nolde painting "unpainted pictures" in Seebüll,
I think about Schwitters learning in Norway that his Merzbau had been destroyed,
I think about Cartier-Bresson escaping from a German labor camp,
I think about Blinky Palermo born in the rubbles of Leipzig.

Francis Alÿs, 2012, d(13), Kassel

And what do you think of when you think of the year 1943?

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