Paul Klee builds himself a little house of art in a realm somewhere between childhood’s innocence and everyman’s prospect of infinity… [He] believes that art is nothing if it is not personal expression–that love must come back to its vacant dwelling. –Duncan Phillips, 1942
This is such a perfect quote for a long-ago summer house I was dreaming of today.
This painting is a fine illustration of the quote, both literally and figuratively:
Village House Near Freeburg. 1915
Watercolor, gold paint, mat. 25 x 32,5
This recent article is also enlightening:
Paul Klee’s Colorful Trail in Italy