When I was a grad student at the Iowa Writers Workshop in the late 80s, I consumed Paul Klee’s notebooks, staying up late studying them, becoming them. I left Klee behind me in the 90s for no reason at all, as far as I can tell. Seeing the Klee exhibit transported me back to that time, when art was pretty much everything to me.
The Paul Klee exhibit at The Menil Collection in Houston is one of the largest (this is Texas being Texas, y’all) ever amassed before. The show is nothing short of enchanting. Personally I would have omitted the walls of black and white photographs of Americans connected to Klee (placards explain the ties), but I can see how they clarify the thesis suggested by the title of the show, Klee and America. However conventional this strategy might be for most art museums, it is a very unusual tactic for The Menil. The show is curated by Menil Collection director Josef Helfenstein.