After a week of driving through Brittany, through marvelous countryside alongside the Atlantic Ocean I ended up at Étretat before taking the boat to England. A week full of clouds and sea, where the weather seemed to change in a blink of an eye. Driving up through the autumnal landscape of Normandy felt like swimming in pages of Maupassant.
To the Tate Modern this afternoon to see a show of Paul Klee. Some interesting earlier pieces, wonderful color. However, I cannot help but be confused by so much of his work as a whole but I liked this small text of his.
'Formally we used to represent things which were visible, things we either liked to look at or would have liked to have seen. Today we reveal the reality that is behind visible things, thus expressing the belief that the visible world is merely an isolated case in relation to the universe and that there are many more other latent realities. Things appear to assume a broader and more diversified meaning, often seemingly contradicting the rational experience of yesterday. There is a striving to emphasize the essential character of the accidental'.
Creative Confessions 1920, Paul Klee