Everything passes, and what remains of former times, what remains of life, is the spiritual. In everything we do, the claim of the Absolute is unchanging.
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My mirror probes down to the heart. I write words on the forehead and around the corners of the mouth. My human faces are truer than the real ones.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the deeper understanding of human expression and identity through art.
Paul Klee emphasizes the role of art in capturing the true essence of human emotions and identities, suggesting that his artistic representations reveal deeper truths than mere physical appearances. By metaphorically probing the 'heart', he implies that genuine expression lies beyond superficial features, highlighting the connection between art and true human experience.
Themes
ArtIdentityExpressionTruthHumanCreativity
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about the impact of art on human expression.
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