Old town 1928

Paul Klee made this watercolor called Old Town, and it’s like he’s handing us a puzzle made of colors and shapes. Look at how the paint sits on the paper, thin and washy, like he’s letting the colors breathe. The blues, yellows, reds, and purples aren't just colors; they’re like feelings, each one stacked on top of the other to create this odd little landscape. He doesn't hide anything; you can see exactly how he layered the colors, how the brush danced across the surface. It’s all about the doing, the making. There's this section in the middle, those red triangles, marching in a row. They make me think of a kid playing with blocks, building a town out of simple shapes. And you know, Klee’s whole thing was about playing, about letting your imagination run wild. His work reminds me of Miro, that constant sense of the artist at play. It shows how art is always this conversation, with the artist speaking in their own language. It is a conversation without fixed meanings.