Here's a little gem from Erich Heckel I just discovered.
Sharp planks of light and shadow cut across the sky and into the tumbling landscape like bolts of lightning. Flat, silhouettes of trees seem more like over-sized dried leaves and naked branches stabbed into the snow-covered hill. I feel I am standing in a high place with nothing below to catch me if I fall. And losing my balance is likely as this whole place is rolling along at a ferocious pace.
I really need to feature more Die Brücke artists on this blog. So many exhilarating woodcuts came out of German Expressionism.