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| Emil Nolde Summer Afternoon 1903 oil on canvas Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Christian Rohlfs Garden at Soest ca. 1905 oil on cardboard Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Karl Schmidt-Rottluff Autumn Landscape in Oldenburg 1907 oil on canvas Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Gabriele Münter View of Münter's Brother's House in Bonn 1908 oil on cardboard Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Max Pechstein House on the Kuhrische Nehrung 1909 oil on canvas Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Curt Herrmann Belvedere Palace, Vienna 1912 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Berlin |
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| Erich Heckel Bathers on the Beach 1913 watercolor Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Max Pechstein Summer in Nidden ca. 1919-20 oil on canvas Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Ernst Ludwig Kirchner Kummeralp Mountain and Two Sheds 1920 oil and encaustic on canvas Art Institute of Chicago |
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| Gabriele Münter School House, Murnau 1908 oil on cardboard Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Emil Nolde Autumn Evening 1924 oil on canvas Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Emil Nolde Red Clouds ca. 1930-40 watercolor Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Karl Schmidt-Rottluff Reflecting Clouds 1936 watercolor Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Max Ernst Solitary and Conjugal Trees 1940 oil on canvas Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Paul Feiler The Quarry, Cornwall 1949 oil on canvas Bristol Museum and Art Gallery |
Sand-Quarry
Father and I drove to the sand-quarry across the ruined marshlands,
miles of black grass, burned for next summer's green.
I reached my hand to his beneath the lap-robe
as we looked at the stripe of fire, the blasted scene.
"It's all right," he said, "they can control the flames,
on one side men are standing, and on the other the sea."
But I was terrified of stubble and waste of black,
and his ugly villages he built and was showing me.
The countryside turned right and left about the car,
straight through October we drove to the pit's heart.
Sand, and its yellow canyon and standing pools
and the wealth of the split country set us farther apart.
"Look," he said, "this quarry means rows of little houses,
stucco and a new bracelet for you are buried there."
But I remembered the ruined patches, and saw the land ruined,
exploded, burned away, and the fiery marshes bare.
"We'll own the countryside, you'll see how soon I will;
you'll have acres to play in." I saw the written name
painted on stone in the face of the steep hill.
"That's your name, Father!" "And yours!" he shouted, laughing.
"No, Father, no!" He caught my hand as I cried,
and smiling, entered the pit, ran laughing down its side.
– Muriel Rukeyser (1935)