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Paul Klee
Standing at his...
Standing at his appointed place, at the trunk of the tree, he does nothing other than gather and pass on what comes to...
One eye sees,...
One eye sees, the other feels.
Source: The Diaries of Paul Klee 1898-1918, 1957,...
Everything vanishes around...
Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has...
A single day...
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.
One does not...
One does not lash what lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only...