We walk into a landscape where flowers light up verges, they peep between the hedge gaps, adorn churchyards and copses. Where flowers light up verges, the earth is not just greenscape, throughout churchyards and copses a spring colourwash escapes. The earth is not just greenscape, it glows with yellow urges; the spring colourwash escapes and […]
Tag: Klimt
Another Postcard from Klimt
he wrote not in words sea-sick on a page but painted with damp brush on warm canvas sent a postcard portrait from the poplars in his garden and the shores of the lake Kim M. Russell, 2017 Postcard of Gustav Klimt Im Garten seines Ateliers by Moritz Nähr 1910, produced by EDITION SKYE Wien My […]
Death and Life
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads the sisters Death and Night ~ Micro Poetry Gazing with malicious grin The Grim Reaper comes harvesting Generations of the never-ending Circle of life. Death may swipe Infant innocence or guilt aghast, But humanity eludes his grasp. On a bright bed of flowers, Eve, the source […]
A tanka inspired by the third painting lost in 1945
Klimt’s Jurisprudence Eumenides watch The condemned man’s punishment Psycho sexual power In a sea monster’s embrace Fuelled by female furies Image found on en.wikipedia.org
Another painting destroyed by the Nazis at Schloss Immendorf
Klimt’s Medicine Death Is a skeleton, A bony frame, In the river of life. … The river of life Is a mass of figures, Male and female, Nude. … Nude Is the woman Afloat in space, Newborn life At her feet. … At their feet, Is Hygeia, Snake coiled Around her arm, Cup of Lethe […]
I seem to be immersed in Klimt again!
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I have seen his work up close and personal and I love it!
Postcards from Klimt From behind the complex wall of colour That shields the artist from the boisterous world, The mirror between Art and autonomy, Patronage and relevance, Public and private, Death and life, Klimt spoke for himself; Not in the sea-sick language Of words Spoken or on a page, But through postcards and paint, Intertwined […]
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