Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will. — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
Everything vanishes round me and good works rise from me of their own accord. — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
The creation lives as genesis beneath the visible surface of the work. All intelligent people see this after the fact, but only the creative… — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
The more horrible this world (as today, for instance), the more abstract our art, whereas a happy world brings forth an art of the… — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
Children also have artistic ability, and there is wisdom in there having it! The more helpless they are, the more instructive are the examples… — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
“After all, it's rather difficult to achieve the exact minimum, and it involves risks.” — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
The worst state of affairs is when science begins to concern itself with art. — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
What my art probably lacks is a kind of passionate humanity... There is no sensuous relationship, not even the noblest, between myself and the… — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
The pictorial work was born of movement, is itself recorded movement, and is assimilated through movement (eye muscles). — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk. The artists power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When these worlds… — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
My hand is entirely the implement of a distant sphere. It is not my head that functions but something else, something higher, something somewhere… — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
I have a clear view of 12 years of history of my inner self. First the cramped self, that self with big blinkers, then… — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed. — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
Colour has taken hold of me; no longer do I have to chase after it. I know that it has hold of me forever.… — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
