I’m feeling drained in general tonight. My daughter woke up with the flu. My husband bought another tractor today (debt makes me nervous). He seemed to be talking in some sort of secret code tonight and I couldn’t understand a thing he was trying to tell me. And I found out some information about Gustav Klimt that took all the sparkle out of his golden paintings. He was this weird womanizer, anti-Bible, has quite a collection of works that could be (and were) classified as pornography, and he exalted sexuality as something god-like. I used to think the golden sparkle magic of his paintings like this one and also The Kiss invited me into a beautiful, intimate world, different from any other paintings out there. Now, with this added information, I think it is way too intimate. The artist’s lifestyle doesn’t always affect the way I think of a painting, but in this case, Klimt’s lifestyle snuffed out the sparkle.
I think I’ll publish this post and then go back and cheer myself up with some of my old posts.