Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if
out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.

Paul klee
Immaculate canvas
Awaits for brushstrokes
Like a lover waiting for love
Like a pen in need of use
Like a mould wanting to shape,
Expressions and Abstractions
Materialising from minds
To come alive into existence
To exist, to make you see
Invisible information, invisible lessons
Invisible instructions, focused elements
Begging to be seen through detailed intellect
Deciphering the beauty that’s ours
Detailing the truth that’s ours,
His hand draws life contours
And bits of memories resurfaces
Each time we create out from genuine self
And things that materialise, that we can see
That we can touch, that we can feel
Are all memories that we’ve remembered.


An artwork by Paul Klee on today’s Google Doodles inspired me to write this little poem —  the painting looked so captivating that it kindled my imagination. Have to say that artworks created genuinely always catches my attention, which brings out-forth my fascination for the creator of the work.