Top 104 Quotes & Sayings by Paul Klee

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Last updated on September 16, 2024.
Paul Klee

Paul Klee was a Swiss-born German artist. His highly individual style was influenced by movements in art that included expressionism, cubism, and surrealism. Klee was a natural draftsman who experimented with and eventually deeply explored color theory, writing about it extensively; his lectures Writings on Form and Design Theory, published in English as the Paul Klee Notebooks, are held to be as important for modern art as Leonardo da Vinci's A Treatise on Painting for the Renaissance. He and his colleague, Russian painter Wassily Kandinsky, both taught at the Bauhaus school of art, design and architecture in Germany. His works reflect his dry humor and his sometimes childlike perspective, his personal moods and beliefs, and his musicality.

Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.
He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.
The worst state of affairs is when science begins to concern itself with art. — © Paul Klee
The worst state of affairs is when science begins to concern itself with art.
The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.
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.
Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.
Children also have artistic ability, and there is wisdom in there having it! The more helpless they are, the more instructive are the examples they furnish us; and they must be preserved free of corruption from an early age.
Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see.
A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.
One eye sees, the other feels.
Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.
The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen.
In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher dimensions, the better.
A line is a dot that went for a walk. — © Paul Klee
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.
To emphasize only the beautiful seems to me to be like a mathematical system that only concerns itself with positive numbers.
One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh. The garden must be weeded.
A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.
Art makes something a lot more visible or audible.
It is a great difficulty and a great necessity to have to start with the smallest.
The more horrible this world (as today, for instance), the more abstract our art, whereas a happy world brings forth an art of the here and now.
Everything passes, and what remains of former times, what remains of life, is the spiritual. In everything we do, the claim of the Absolute is unchanging.
Make chance essential.
Art doesn't reflect what we see; it makes us see.
See with one eye, feel with the other.
There is no substitute for intuition.
It is precisely the way which is productive - this is the essential thing; becoming is more important than being.
All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist.
Colour has taken hold of me; no longer do I have to chase after it. I know that it has hold of me forever. That is the significance of this blessed moment
My self . . . is a dramatic ensemble. Here a prophetic ancestor makes his appearance. Here a brutal hero shouts. Here an alcoholic bon vivant argues with a learned professor. Here a lyric muse, chronically love-struck, raises her eyes to heaven. Her papa steps forward, uttering pedantic protests. Here the indulgent uncle intercedes. Here the aunt babbles gossip. Here the maid giggles lasciviously. And I look upon it all with amazement, the sharpened pen in my left hand.
It is possible that a picture will move far away from Nature and yet find its way back to reality. The faculty of memory, experience at a distance produces pictorial associations.
It is interesting to observe how real the object remains, in spite of all abstractions.
You adapt yourself to the contents of the paintbox.
Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible.
From the root, the sap rises up into the artist, flows through him, flows to his eye. Overwhelmed and activated by the force of the current, he conveys his vision into his work. And yet, standing at his appointed place as the trunk of the tree, he does nothing other than gather and pass on what rises from the depths. He neither serves nor commands he transmits. His position is humble. And the beauty at the crown is not his own; it has merely passed through him.
I paint in order not to cry.
Art does not reflect what is seen, rather it makes the hidden visible.
It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth. — © Paul Klee
It is the artistic mission to penetrate as far as may be toward that secret ground where primal law feeds growth.
One day I will lie nowhere with an angel at my side.
Drawing is the art of taking a line for a walk.
In earlier times artists liked to show what was actually visible... nowadays we are concerned with reality, rather than the merely visible.
Nothing can be rushed. It must grow, it should grow of itself, and if the time ever comes for that work, then so much the better!
The creation lives as genesis beneath the visible surface of the work. All intelligent people see this after the fact, but only the creative see it before the fact - in the future.
Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.
Genius is the error in the system.
Every artist would like to live in the central organ of creation... Not all are destined to get there... but our beating hearts drive us deep down, right into the pit of creation.
The artist of today is more than an improved camera, he is more complex, richer, and wider. He is a creature on the earth and a creature within the whole, that is, a creature on a star among stars.
My mirror probes down to the heart. I write words on the forehead and around the corners of the mouth. My human faces are truer than the real ones.
Art should be like a holiday: something to give a man the opportunity to see things differently and to change his point of view. — © Paul Klee
Art should be like a holiday: something to give a man the opportunity to see things differently and to change his point of view.
All the things an artist must be: poet, explorer of nature, philosopher!
Becoming is superior to being.
For the understanding of a picture a chair is needed. Why a chair? To prevent the legs, as they tire, from interfering with the mind
Polyphonic painting is superior to music in that there, the time element becomes a spatial element. The notion of simultaneity stands out even more richly.
Like people, a picture has a skeleton, muscles and skin.
My hand is entirely the implement of a distant sphere. It is not my head that functions but something else, something higher, something somewhere remote. I must have great friends there, dark as well as bright. They are all very kind to me.
Chosen are those artists who penetrate to the region of that secret place where primeval power nurtures all evolution. There, where the powerhouse of all time and space call it brain or heart of creation activates every function, who is the artist who would not dwell there?
I cannot be grasped in the here and now, For my dwelling place is much among the dead, As the yet unborn, Slightly closer to the heart of creation than usual, But still not close enough.
Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.
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 meet occasionally, it is pure coincidence.
To achieve vital harmony in a picture it must be constructed out of parts in themselves incomplete, brought into harmony only at the last stroke.
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