When the First
World War broke out, Macke was drafted and sent to the front lines.
After only a few weeks, he was killed on the battlefield on September
26th, 1914, near Champagne, France. His friend and fellow painter,
Marc, wrote Macke's obituary:
a war we are all equal. But amongst a thousand brave men, one
bullet has hit someone who cannot be replaced. His death means
that a hand has been cut off a nation's culture, an eye has been
put out... we, the painters, know full well that with the loss
of his harmony of colours German art will become paler by several
shades and that is will acquire a drier and more lustreless note.
More than anybody else, he gave the brightest and purest note
to his colours, just as his entire personality was one of clarity
Franz Marc's own career as an artist came to an end when he was
inducted into the military and killed on the battlefield in March