Still Life with Four Apples – Paul Klee
“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.”
Still Life with Four Apples – Paul Klee
“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.”
