I am on my way back to the land of the living, out of the deepest trough of this illness. Still, it is difficult not to dwell on my misery. As a distraction, I spent some time today gazing at the luminous work of Gustav Klimt. The depth of his skin tones, the luminosity of his decorative backgrounds, the expressive emotion in the stylized postures... magnificent poetry on canvas.
I have to go back to bed now but I will dream of painting like Klimt.