I am one of the women in this painting by Gustav Klimt. The other figures are of the readers who leave comments on my posts. They are also their lovers, children, friends, spouses, all the people that they tell us about.
I am entangled in the web of words that they leave. They are my joy each time I dip into The Diary of the Vixen.
I’ve done this before, and I’m going to do it again – suggest that
Slow down for a moment. Forget all those things that you absolutely have to do in the next 30 minutes. Allow yourself the pleasure of getting lost in this painting.
Why is it so widely loved? Is it the complexity of pattern, the way that the background flows into his garment, which flows into hers without clear demarcations? Is it the abundance of rich gold, contrasted against the traces of bright blue, red and green? Is it the slightness of her body pressed against the dominating mass of his body? Is it the precise molding of her face, the glimpse of her shoulder?