Gustav Klimt: Time and
Magical Illusions
by Armando Ortiz
Gustav
Klimt made magical paintings. The bright color combinations are executed in
such a manner that they are emblematic of the ever present. The master pieces
remind the onlooker of life’s dissipating moment that escapes our hands like
water. Klimt’s creations nonetheless flow in a timeless river where rocks are
suspended by the currents of nature. To see them, is to be transported into a
world that continues to exist, the works being a wormhole into the anxieties
and dreams of the living artist, that stands observing his patient models, and
evergreen landscapes, making representations of that instance, where flickering
hearts mirror the flames inside through the eyes of living goddesses.
Pleasure
and sensuality are brushed onto a canvas that makes up a woman’s profile. Her
eyes, closed, remembering that instance of past time where a warm embrace seemed
to last longer than seconds with eyes, closed, covering that sunshine as her
tears become gold smears. Time and life,
so invaluable, amazingly unchained, as tiny bean shoots that unroll after
breaking through the earth, depicting youth in peach colored tones, and age in
a darkening pale beige. Forever drifting in an ocean of imaginations, all eyes
changing its point of view, an ever changing perspective of bodies that
continue to live standing through the ages. Refinement being found in a
delicate smile and a nod of ecstasy discovered through interior light. Even in
a perfectly sealed beaker, we are swept by the tick-tocking clock of the
universe, with rich and poor succumbing to the same fate, mass and matter, disintegrating,
returning to where it all starts the stars, becoming magic illusions.
