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Otto Dix: Artist Against War Maggie Jaffe
I: Great Good War 1914: After he enlists in the German army Dix finalizes his Self-Portrait as a Soldier. Boyish features of his earlier paintings become brut: shaved head, grossly thickened neck and mouth; fierce black eyes skewer the civilian viewer. Awash in red, metamorphoses into War.
Along with his rifle, flak jacket and helmet, Dix carries the Bible, Nietzsche's Joyful Wisdom, sketch pad and pen into battle. Later, as a machine gun guard on the western front, he'll write: War is something bestial: hunger, lice, mud, rats, gases, canons and insanity.
II: Trench Warfare, 1915-18 Freshly killed corpse "grins" and farts next to him. Dix swallows his food, wipes his hands on mud- caked pants, then sketches the corpse. If paint could scream, up and down the line, ears ringing, within his restless sleep . . . Dix has the hollowed-eyed vacant stare of a "grunt." In reality he's an artist-worker, the battlefield suggestive of his gaping wounds or of a vagina. Ultimately, all wars are fought over and for the sake of the vulva.
III: Self-Portrait As Mars
1915: angles and planes after Cubism, Dix draws himself as God of War. Encompassing the figure are splotches of blood, teeth biting into blood, a runaway horse, white eyes rolling. Also half-ruined buildings and burst-open cities. (Image from recurring dream: he must crawl through blasted houses without issue). Prophetic. In the night sky above the carnage at Battle of the Somme, the red planet rises to the east.
IV: Demobbed, Berlin, 1923
Stump-legged enlistee. Face chunked out where he took mortar. Skeleton works its way through his flesh. With his one good eye, he looks up at her ass. She laughs. Adjusts her shawl. He smells cordite, sweat, the sweet-sour corpse in which he landed, face down. He carries the corpse's stench like a cross.
Jazz throbs from Cabaret Amerika where the cocksuckers dance or grope each other's flesh. The cripple hates their smug faces, especially the bushman drummer. Let him go back to Africa.
Hunger is a chain-linked barbed-wire fence he's stuck behind. Through the fence, the cripple sees the bloated Jew. Reds and Jews. Hence he's all ears to young Adolf, the co(s)mic house painter.
Standing in the shadowed corner, Dix. Sketches the crippled vet and the whore as Two Victims of Capitalism. She: pock-marked by the clap. He: wasted by mortar.
V: Degenerate Art, 1937 Dix, Beckmann, Chagall, Grosz, Heartfield, Kandinsky, Klee, El Lissitzky . . . "degenerate" because they won't paint golden bodies for the Reich. In Goebbels' "art" catalogue, Dix's War Cripples are cited as "sabotage of the national defense." In '33, he's stripped of his post as art teacher. Turns the corner—there's the Gestapo. Could he, should he, get him in a stranglehold? Black tongue thrust from the Nazi skull. Better: he'll sketch him.
Politics bore him, prefers whorehouses. They're alive and so (he thinks) is he. But not the conscript he cradled one night— guts spilling out all over his hands. So. Night sweats continue. His wife snaps on the light, bombs burst in air. His screams drowned out by thudding boots, raucous calls: Jews Out!
VI: Prisoner of War, 1945
Turns out, Dix's service as a soldier is far from over. In '45 when he's 54, he's drafted into the Volkssturm, a home defense unit. Separated from his unit and taken by the French as a POW. He's recognized. Forced to paint de Gaulle posters in exchange for food.
Demobbed again, he draws Self-Portrait as a Prisoner of War: an old man with a deeply lined face imprisoned behind barbed wire. Behind him, two others— one depicted as The Fool. Instead of the "dominating" red of his youth, he now employs gray, green and blue.
Dix died one year after '68: banner year for "free love," worldwide Revolution, devastating casualties in the Vietnam War.
Sources Self-Portrait with Carnation (1912) I. Self-Portrait as a Soldier (1914) III. Self-Portrait as Mars (1915) IV. Two Victims of Capitalism (1923) V. War Cripples (1920). Exhibited in the Degenerate Art Show, thereafter destroyed by the Nazis. In total, 16,000 paintings by 1,400 artists were destroyed. VI. Self-Portrait as a Prisoner of War (1947)
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