I was writing at this post when I started rambling about Viennese Artists and therefore decided to make a separate post out of it. There are three artist that immediately come to mind when I think about Vienna: Klimt ( and I am aware that staring at this painting over several extended periods of time had quite an impact on me and my art. ) and Schiele. I adore him since I got introduced to him by my precious art teacher in High School, who for whatever reason happened to be in the same and most rural ( and friking boooring ) spot in Germany as I was ( I tell ya – trampling down labyrinths in corn fields and placing coins on train tracks was THE afternoon entertainment).
Schieles reckless reflection of the world without trying to make it into something mystic stuck with me – until now.
And I guess my artist friend Alfredo Barsuglia wouldn’t mind to be named in my personal Viennese Painters list. He creates astonishing work and is a great person. I still remember the first time when a friend of mine pulled out one of Alfredo’s self-portraits, an acrylic on paper, from under his bed to show it to me. So authentic and with the attempt to be ugly but achieving the exact opposite by doing so – great piece. That was 7 years ago and I think I am safe to say, my friend and I are far away of being able to afford one of his pieces now. Check him out below.
Edit 1: Klimt on Artlust. So wrong.
Ripples Blue and The Sea Inside
090725 Ripples Blue 24″x48″ acrylic and gold leaf on canvas
After I finished Ripples Red I felt like painting another, bigger one. In the beginning I imagined it red as well but during the week it turned into a deep ocean like manganese blue. Like a wide deep blue sea inside.
This painting is as true to me as the red one – I could do the magic twice. After I finished it, I felt dissolved and ready to embrace a little break from painting. Over the past weeks I spend much time setting up the new web page ( so you can actually buy my art work directly from me – here and now – and I ship it around the globe
) and was simultaneously engrossed in painting – the little down time comes as a gift. Sometimes inspiration comes in waves and it just rolls over me – I accepted it.