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All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist.
––Paul Klee
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When I need something to get me through periods of stress, something that engages me and makes me question myself while at the same time inspiring me, nothing serves me better than a dose of Paul Klee.
In his work I definitely feel like I am looking at the age-old memories of the artist. In fact, the attraction comes in the fact that I see his age-old memories and dark things as being my own.
A sense of familiarity.
Like being in an alien world and hearing a familiar language from some distance away. Words and phrases, bits of meaning, gleaned from a cacophony of unintelligible garble. It makes you alert and hopeful that there is a possibility of connection, of communication.
I can use a little Klee this morning.
The first thing that came to mind when I looked at Klee’s paintings was your archaeology series. His objects are free-floating rather than underground, but both stir the same sense of interest, and a desire to keep exploring the painting.
I can see that.