I was trying to paint a picture today, but seems the color i was using was just a pigment of my imagination...

 

It couldn’t have been with a live model, no one can be kept in such an intense state for too long without exploding or bursting into tears falling over in exhaustion, so it must have come from him, from the internal images he saw in his head. Talk about twisted. Talk about genius.

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

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..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

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Egon Schiele - The tormented

Schiele was the first artist that managed to stop me in my tracks, speechless. As you can probably guess, a lot of people would liek to see me speechless more often, so it is a great accomplishment.

I have seen paintings that made me gasp, I have seen paintings that made me cry, made me laugh. I have seen paintings that made me go and paint, some paintings that made me go play some music. but Schiele ? For me he is like the human equivalent of an electric shock, images so intense you feel the power dripping out of the canvas.
 
A painter's tastes must grow out of what so obsesses him in life that he never has to ask himself what it is suitable for him to do in art. "
 
t always feels like the subjects have no skin. Naked emotion , not shouting , not crying, not laughing, just there. Something in the postures,  in the expression, in the look in the eyes. It goes through your flesh and pokes your human core.

I love his nudes, I love his naked unadulterated flesh and skin textures, but schiele is at his best when he does self portraits, and he did quite a lot of them, all different, all the same.

The amazing thing is seeing the photos of Schiele , and seeing that he was not that far from the original, his paintings were more a documentation of his essence then any form of expressionist painting.

The nice thing about the photos is that Schiele is holding himself, his hands, his body in the same strange positions as his paintings, some with fingers clenched in what might seem like agony, some with fingers stretched open like in his most famous self portraits. It is hard to know if he is posing like in his paintings, or his paintings are based on the photos, or maybe both are just part of the act.

 
Art cannot be modern.
Art is primordially eternal."
 
As a photographer, I specialize in humans, in all variations, models, families, personal portraits, actors, singers. In my private art shoots, it is always Schiele 's spirit that is hovering above when the subject strikes the "right" poses, always bringing a sense of intensity that transcends above the human condition, a kind of inner strength that makes your knuckles go white as you clutch the thin air gasping for a saving breath.
As a photographer I sometimes manage to capture that moment, that tense feeling. I have no idea how he managed to do it in a painting. It couldn’t have been with a live model, no one can be kept in such an intense state for too long without exploding or bursting into tears falling over in exhaustion, so it must have come from him, from the internal images he saw in his head. Talk about twisted. Talk about genius.
 
Everything is dead while it lives."
 
There are so many examples of this internal force in his paintings, that I will not even try to go over them, so many positions which create, by an artistic plan, or by life's coincidence a wonderful composition of limber body parts on the canvas.
 
I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.
 

The best example of the sheer genius of Schiele is one of my favorite works done relatively early in his life. It is not nude. It is not a self portrait. It is not even human. It is a dry tree branch. Twisted like an arm trying to reach something outside the edge of the frame, being both completely still and in constant struggle with some movement.
It is more alive than most human figures any of the other painters ever painted. It is almost haunted, but mantaining the stillness that comes from still life.

Making a piece of wood possess more life then a human, THAT is what I call power. That is what I call an inner image that is reflected through the artists eyes, bounces on his hand and brush and leaves shrapnels of vitality on the canvas.

 
The picture must radiate light, the bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from outside.
 
Schiele is one of my favorite painters. Period.
And like I said in the beginning, he leaves me speechless. And when someone manages to leave ME speechless, he MUST be special.