Gustav Klimt was one of the rare brilliant painters who, while still alive, won both critical acclaim and public admiration that has not faded in nearly a hundred years. His Golden Period works have appeared on mugs, pillows, and bags, seen even by people to whom his name means nothing. But we will save the masterpieces that brought the artist fame for another time — right now, we introduce the artist's own thoughts on art. You will be surprised how modestly he thought of himself and his work.
Looking at me, you will see nothing special. I am a painter who, day after day, from morning until evening, paints figure paintings, landscapes, and occasionally portraits.
I know how to draw and paint. That is what I believe, and a few other people agree with me. But I am not certain it is true.
Even having to write the simplest letter fills me with dread, as if I were anticipating a bout of seasickness.
Whoever wants to know me as an artist — and that is the only way worth knowing me — must look closely at my paintings and try to understand from them who I am and what I am after.
No area of life is so narrow or insignificant that it leaves no room for artistic inspiration.
Only the ever-growing penetration of artistic ideas into everyday life will ensure the progress of civilization.
As long as the canvases are empty, there is always hope.
All art is erotic.
Truth is like fire. To speak it means to blaze and burn.
Art is the line around our thoughts.
