Friends of Issey Miyake is what I had thought, with these first three leaves. I wonder at Josef Albers or Giorgio Morandi and their decades long fascination within a narrow set of parameters, inclinations, investigations, what’s the right word? If I was that sort I wonder if it would be with a single leaf and a light. So I say to my friend "Someone is writing about me."
"“Butterfly wings, shells, coloured stones, strangely shaped roots, leaves, moss, or whatever he had found and brought home with him,”
Lyonel Feininger on Paul Klee's walks in Goethe Park Weimar
"“Butterfly wings, shells, coloured stones, strangely shaped roots, leaves, moss, or whatever he had found and brought home with him,”
Lyonel Feininger on Paul Klee's walks in Goethe Park Weimar
