Paul Klee

Let's develop this: with a topographic map, let's make a little trip in the country of better Knowledge. From the neutral position, propulsion of the first act of mobility [the short line]. Shortly thereafter, stop to catch your breath [broken line or, in the case of repeated stops, articulated line]. Look backward on the distance covered [countermovement]. Mental evaluation of the distance covered and the remaining stretch [cluster of lines]. A river creates an obstacle, so one takes a boat [undulating movement]. Upstream, one might find a bridge [series of arches]. On the other bank, encounter with a spiritual brother who wishes also to go where Better Knowledge is located. Full of joy, we feel like one at first [convergence], but little by little differences spring up [layout separated by two lines]. A certain agitation on one side and on the other [expression, dynamism, and psyche of the line].

We are crossing a plowed field [surface crossed by lines], than a thick forest. My companion has gone astray, searched and describes suddenly the conventional movement of the hound. I don't possess all my self-control either; the approaches to a new river are covered with fog [spatial element]. It will soon lift. Basket workers are going home in a horse-drawn cart [wheel]. With them a child with the most amusing small curls [movement in spiral form]. Then night falls while the temperature becomes more oppressive [spatial element]. Lightning on the horizon [zigzag lines]. True, above our heads stars are still shining [seedlings of points]. The first stage is finally reached. Before going to sleep, many things reemerge as recollections, because this tiny trip abounds in impressions.

The most diversified lines, Spots, Soft touches. Smooth surfaces. Soft, Streaked. Undulating movement. Hampered movement. Articulated. Countermovement. Braiding. Weaving. Mason's work. Overlapping. Solo. Several voices. Line about to lose itself. To recover strength [dynamism].

Happy regularity of the first trip; then the annoyances, the nerves! Trembling contained, small consoleding caresses of the breeze. Before the storm, assault of horseflies. Furor, murder. Intuition as guiding wire even in the twilight and where the bushes are thickest. Lightning, threatening reminder of a temperature chart. The one of a sick child . . . a very long time ago . . .