recent inspirations

I'm not one to wander into a museum alone because I'm not that cultured. I never studied fine art so I can't tell you what brush strokes were used on what type of canvas and how that affected the surface of the bladdity blah and I don't know history well enough to understand the significance behind the 300 paintings of men wearing powdered wigs either. The only thing I can articulate is how something makes me feel. When I can get lost in a picture and can create some sort of dialogue from the painting, I get stuck. Sometimes I get stuck for a while and others maybe 5 seconds at a time. It usually depends on whether I've exhausted my perversion to it's potential.

Up until now, I've had tendencies to gravitate towards surrealists like Magritte and Dali plainly because they've got the universal sticky factor of making people go... "duuuuuude, that's a trip." But it wasn't until my recent visit to the Getty where I discovered the sticky factor of a fellow named Gustav Klimt. Now I'm sure he may be a household name for some but my Gustav hymen was still intact until recently. Don't snob.

I got stuck. I got lost in trying to figure if her look meant "I'm high" or "Gustav is the shit." Either way it turned me on. I rushed to the nearest art store and went to town on his stuff. I felt like a kid who's discovered tamarindo candies for the first time. Turns out his painting were even more arousing than his sketches.

This baby's called "The Tree of Life"

And this one is my favorite right now... "The Kiss"

So I think I'm going to start wearing more gold.

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