Gustav Klimt “Il fregio di Beethoven”, 1902
This morning the windows seemed to depict a Klimt design. Minuscule frozen beads of moisture formed in patterns very similar to the backgrounds of Gustav Klimt's figural paintings. I looked at the manifestation for a long time. Each bead, ever so tiny, became a sort of convex lens, a microscopic diorama depicting the view outside.
I thought of documenting it - making a painting of the experience, but then I thought 'why?' It would never be understood. It could never be as fascinatingly beautiful as the reality.
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?*
Then there is Richter. I love this series.
Ice (4) - Gerhard Richter
Then imagine the Ice painting is an obscure rendition of a Dali...
The Ecumenical Council, Salvatore Dali
The Discovery of America by Christopher Columbus
* [Which reminds me - the television production of The Sound of Music was awful. The singing was very good, even the staging - the acting was terrible.] What?