“ “Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal.”
• 12th of June 1890 – 31st of October 1918
• influences : Art Nouveau
Egon Schiele was born in 1890 in Tulln, Lower Austria. During his early life, he would spend many hours drawing trains, but over the years his fascination switched to human beings, depicting us in his own simple but yet intense style of painting and drawing.
He was a pioneer of expressionism. At that time, the new en vogue trend was described as “the exhibition is intended to offer a general view of the newest movement in painting, which has succeeded atmospheric naturalism and the impressionist rendering of motion, and which strives to offer a simplification and intensification in the mode of expression, after new rhythms and new uses of color and a decorative or monumental configuration – a general view of that movement which has been described as expressionism.” – Expressionism described in typically polemic terms in the preface for the 1912 exhibition in Cologne.
Schiele did a remarkably good job at materializing those words above in œuvre d’art, although his methods were a bit unorthodox, like luring underage girls to model for him.
“Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Airman’s Odyssey
Many times I did not know when to stop buying furniture or kitchen appliances or any other little house objects. Many times when I cleaned, I found myself being a hoarder. When too much is simply not enough.
After I moved out and saw myself with an entire apartment just for me I said: “I can finally have my friends over”.
When I first walked it, it was just concrete and windows, a white canvas only for me to paint, and then I saw a little place in the living room, and I thought, “what should I do with you?” And then it hit me: “board games, games, cards, charades, puzzles, legos, every thing that I forgot, everything that made me so happy once, the true joy of having fun as a kid.” All these memories flooded me, the memories of playing outside with all the kids – oh, the little I knew, I can’t even remember when it was the last time we played, such a pity.