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Klaus Ben­dix­en: Dec­o­ra­tive – that was Fatal

Klaus Ben­dix­en (1924–2003) attend­ed Baumeis­ter’s class from 1951 to 1954. From 1961 to 1989 he was pro­fes­sor of paint­ing at the Ham­burg Col­lege of Fine Arts.

The two class­rooms were in the attic of the Stuttgart Acad­e­my of Arts. The small­er room was the bet­ter one and those who stood at the easels were con­scious of their impor­tance. The atti­tude was ambi­tious, a lit­tle obsti­nate; the female stu­dents were scared off, no dis­trac­tions. Wednes­day morn­ing there was review­ing, this date deter­mined the work week. Every­one want­ed to present them­selves with their newest works. The pic­tures were hung on the long front wall, with­out names, but one hoped to be unmis­tak­able.

Baumeis­ter was not punc­tu­al, so we would wait a long time. At last his mas­sive fig­ure, brown camel­hair coat, sports cap. Mood: cheer­ful­ly grumpy, benev­o­lent. There were chairs, stools, and table edges, for Baumeis­ter an unsteady wick­er chair that he filled with­out dif­fi­cul­ty. Baumeis­ter loved cig­ars, he offered them freely, cer­tain that they would be declined. [Then] the first cloudlets of smoke, the pic­tures were silent­ly scru­ti­nized, calm, and con­cen­tra­tion filled the room.

I had many of these review­ings, and all were defined by Baumeis­ter’s tol­er­ance, by his warm-heart­ed under­stand­ing; he was nev­er hurt­ful, he always sought out an approach to make an improve­ment, to increase a pic­ture’s expres­sion. One had to learn to under­stand him cor­rect­ly. “Quite inter­est­ing” was already bad, “dec­o­ra­tive”, that was fatal. He was not author­i­tar­i­an; he had a calm com­po­sure and a sta­ble self-esteem.

He need­ed the inter­ac­tion with stu­dents, he observed pre­cise­ly, he learned, too. When he retired, he could not let go off the acad­e­my [and] on Wednes­days gave review­ings in the paint­ing hall. I once saw a small group from a dis­tance, almost lost in the large, high room. Baumeis­ter sat among the few stu­dents, thought­ful­ly suck­ing on his cig­ar and lis­ten­ing.

(Quot­ed from Hom­mage à Baumeis­ter — Fre­unde erin­nern sich an ihren Lehrer. [Homage to Baumeis­ter — Friends Remem­ber Their Teacher]. Exhi­bi­tion cat­a­log. Galerie Schlicht­en­maier, Grafe­nau Schloss Dätzin­gen 1989, p. 53)