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After I recovered from the shock of seeing myself half-naked in Klimt’s painting, I didn’t see or hear from him for a few weeks. I wasn’t surprised, for he’d chattered endlessly coming and going about the charming, enchanting, sweet young thing he was about to seduce. I figured he was up to his eyeballs – literally – in steamy romance and thoroughly enjoying himself. He’s one bad boy.
Eventually, the stardust must have evaporated and, as always with Gustav’s infatuations, rotten old reality crept back in, because he called me and sounded exhausted. I refrained from making any sarcastic digs about his love life but we did have a lively discussion about art.
I asked him if he ever did landscapes or still lifes anymore, and he replied that he hadn’t in awhile, but earlier in his meteoric career he’d been an admirer of van Gogh and most of his own earlier, natural works were heavily influenced by
dear Vincent, poor tormented creature, as he put it. I encouraged Gustav to try a nature scene or still life in his later, mature style, complete with golden gilt. He said he’d think about it, that we must have dinner out again soon, and made his goodbyes.
Another couple of weeks passed before we spoke again. On a blue Monday, Gustav rang me up and said he had to see me – it was urgent. I was housecleaning and appreciated the offer of a break. I volunteered to drive to his house and he accepted, so I put away the cleaning supplies and off I went.
He greeted me with a smile and without further ado grabbed my hand and almost ran us both out to his studio. He flipped on some lights, ordered me to turn around opposite his easel, which was draped, and in about 10 seconds gave me permission to turn around.
This is what I saw.
Digital oil paint with Klimt elements from an original photograph shot April 13, 2010.
Tech specs: Photoshop, Filter Forge, Xero, Arkvis