Gustav Klimt is an artist with which I've recently become obsessed. I was able in my American Art history class last semester to become intimately familiar with a few artists, not only through their work, but also through biographies and books dedicated to their thoughts and lives. I posess meager if any artistic talent, and it is such a pleasure to delve into the lives of those who see, and recreate what they see, in something so able to speak. Klimt was known as a womanizer, and his many sexualized subjects seem to bolster that point. His works is on the verge of pornography in some social circles, but is surely beautiful to all. I'm so effected. Not only by the power of body and form and color and emotion in each painting, even sketch, but by the vast difference between two different works.
Maybe I'm so attracted to these women, these works, this man, because I see such flexibility. Modernity is flexibility, variation. One hundred years ago Klimt had it. His subjects had it. I'm trying to attain it.
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