AND I THOUGHT I KNEW HIS WORK...
A few months ago Anne and I had crossed in the street. She was coming back from the Paul Klee exhibition. By the time I arrived at the Beaubourg, there was no way that I would confront that crowd. The weeks went by and finally Pierre, who hadn’t been either, suggested that we went at opening time on a Monday morning. We sailed through but after a perhaps 15 minutes, Pierre said it wasn’t for him and left me to it. I was in the first gallery. So I thought I knew Paul Klee’s work. In less that three paintings, it would seem that I knew absolutely nothing. My references are these : little stick men : Scene of the Fire, 1939- bright colors: With the Rotating Black sun and the arrow - 1919 abstract work : The Stag - 1919 Then I remembered that Pierrette and I had seen a retrospective of his work at the end of 2014 Cheeful Squares and Lots of Smiles . When I re-read this after having written this particular chapter, I could feel that I was overwhelmed then and y