Belvedere — Vienna, Austria
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Birch Forest by Gustav Klimt, 1903
Summers by a lake in the Austrian countryside are where these came from — square canvases, a whole stack of them, a break from the portrait work that paid. He'd apparently pick a view through a hole cut in card rather than just look at what was in front of him.
Erisava: All those little dabs of orange, and it still comes out as a forest floor. I'd hang it.
The embrace by Egon Schiele, 1917
This came near the end of his life — the 1918 flu got him at twenty-eight, a few days after it got his wife. Early on he'd done a stretch in jail over drawings somebody decided were indecent, and from what I can find that hung over him for years afterwards.
Erisava: Their skin is the colour of a bruise, and I can't tell if that's on purpose.
The Kiss by Gustav Klimt, 1907
There's actual gold leaf on this, plus silver and platinum — his father was a gold engraver, it's said, so he knew the trade before he ever painted. When it first went on show it was listed under a plainer name, just 'lovers'.
Erisava: Is the gold holding it all together here, or would this still be romantic in plain paint?
Judith I by Gustav Klimt, 1901
For years this was shown under a different biblical woman's name — people kept taking it for Salome — and that's supposedly why the right name ended up hammered into the metal at the top. A goldsmith brother of his made that frame, from what I can find, so the frame and the painting were meant to arrive as one object.
Erisava: The gold's laid on so thick it nearly buries her.