Kate Steinitz

  • Otto Nebel As Artist and Writer

     

    WHEN I READ THE NAME Otto Nebel on the window of the Raboff Gallery* I heard the echo of a voice of long ago. The voice was loud and articulate. I never forgot the sound. I had heard it in a dark street in Berlin in the 1920’s. First it was a solo recital, then there were two voices; they belonged to a middle-sized man and a tall man, Otto Nebel and Kurt Schwitters. They were followed by a dozen friends, mainly artists. We all came from a party after a party, or from a cafe house after the opening of an exhibition, or was it a recital after a recital in the Sturm Gallery? I do not remember,