(this is the n-th time I've posted something about Egon Schiele and I will continue to bombard you...)
Think of Klimt, you know The Kiss right? Then get rid of all the decorative materials, bronze flowers and stuff. Return to plain washed-out background. Add 2 doses of extreme and a sprinkle of erotica. You've somehow got the idea of Schiele.
Egon Schiele lived about a century ago, but his works are graphical, or they say, an early form of Expressionism. There's this intense vibe in his strokes, think I'd throb and tremble if I am to stand in front of his paintings. If there are Intro and Egon Schiele's at the same time - O.
First time I looked at his works, I immediately turned to another page. His erotic style, with so-obvious flesh and skins bond together, might have annoyed some innocent eyes. But prejudice fades eventually; the day you realize intercoure is as sacre as life itself, you would start to appreciate Egon Schiele's works. His strokes, lights, flesh, skins... oh so distorted and twisted. You starts to see wonders in between those muscles.
Think of Klimt, you know The Kiss right? Then get rid of all the decorative materials, bronze flowers and stuff. Return to plain washed-out background. Add 2 doses of extreme and a sprinkle of erotica. You've somehow got the idea of Schiele.
Egon Schiele lived about a century ago, but his works are graphical, or they say, an early form of Expressionism. There's this intense vibe in his strokes, think I'd throb and tremble if I am to stand in front of his paintings. If there are Intro and Egon Schiele's at the same time - O.
First time I looked at his works, I immediately turned to another page. His erotic style, with so-obvious flesh and skins bond together, might have annoyed some innocent eyes. But prejudice fades eventually; the day you realize intercoure is as sacre as life itself, you would start to appreciate Egon Schiele's works. His strokes, lights, flesh, skins... oh so distorted and twisted. You starts to see wonders in between those muscles.
