22 May 2026
Have been spending a lot of time looking at Paul Klee's Strange Garden (1923), a watercolor on gessoed fabric mounted on cardboard, flora and fauna and faces woven together by line and color. A quilted feeling almost, but not patchwork. A scene both stacked and embedded in such a nice way. Basically every month or so, a new work of his gets stuck next to wherever I'm storing what I see. This one has come along at the right time; it does everything my studio seems to be trying to make possible at the moment in terms of establishing a kind of fundamental soil that the image and the feeling and the memory grow from together and hover over simultaneously. A condition that allows for forms to remain abstract in relation to what they comprise while threatening the opposite. But I'm also wary of thinking of that too much as an end while working. Or thinking about that at all. It's just an appealing place to begin right now.