Flower myth 1918

Paul Klee created *Flower Myth* with oil and ink on paper, a symphony of red, punctuated by the cool blues and greens of the plant life depicted. Can you feel how the image comes into being, as if grown, not painted? I can imagine Klee hovering over this work, gently coaxing the forms into existence, listening for the painting to tell him what it wants to be. I'm looking at the red here, a deep, earthy red – not quite blood, not quite fire, but somewhere in between. And then there’s that geometric bird, suspended mid-air as if in a state of meditation. I wonder, what would it be like to float with that bird? Klee wasn't afraid to let his imagination run wild, and this piece feels like a direct line to his subconscious. He's a bit like Miro or Kandinsky. They share a sense of playful abstraction, of inventing their own visual language. The act of painting is itself an act of myth-making, of giving form to the formless. I'm here for that.