In my head, I don't know why but I imagine them as a gay couple , simply because, (I probably shouldn't say this) I think that they're my favourite artists. I fantasise that they smothered one another in paint and embrace in their amazing talent and awesomeness.
I don't actually know that much about Mr Schiele, only really what Wikipedia has taught me.... (questionable ?)
But what i do know is that from the moment I laid eyes on one of his portraits, it affected me. I don't quite know why.
Maybe it was because his paintings are so ugly that they're beautiful.
Maybe it's because they depict a person so distorted, that it makes them completely real.
Or maybe it was because my life around the time was was similar to his paintings.... unsure, impulsive and on the road to self discovery.
Or maybe, even, it was just because it's the expressive way I'd like to paint in future.
The way Mr Egon painted skin; reminds me of a burns victim, it looks so painful and you automatically have a sorrow in your heart for this person who's identity has been taken away, however, you know that this person is ultimately beautiful, whether or not they have been harmed.
His lines are bold and jagged, everything is fractured and torn apart.... He mixed and blended his paint on the canvas, appearing to be 'slapdash' but you know that it's intentional. He paints self indulgently.
In my opinion, his work makes beauty, ugly.
Or is it ugly turned into beauty??
"It is ultimately the genius of Schiele's line that turns his obsessions- with eroticism, with himself, with the lift that he could project into his subject - into haunting beauty"
Frank Whitford. 1980. Thames and Hudson, London.