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Moriz Naehr ~ Gustav Klimt in front of his studio in Wien-Josefstadt, 1912
Generally, visitors were amazed to see his sketches tossed here and there on the floor at the mercy of the cats.  Arthur Roessler reported, “Once I visited Klimt’s and rummaged through a pile of no less than 500 sheets, surrounded by eight or ten cats that meowed and purred and, in playing and chasing one another, scattered the rustling studies.  Amazed, I asked him why he tolerated this running around that ruined hundreds of his most beautiful drawings.  Klimt retorted, “It’s not important if they crumple up this sheet or that other sheet, that’s nothing.  That way they rub against one another and -You know? That is the best fixative!” ➔ Eva Di Stefano ~ Gustav Klimt: Art Nouveau Visionary

Lili Marleen

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Outside the barracks by the corner light
I’ll always stand and wait for you at night
We will create a world for two
I’ll wait for you the whole night through
For you, Lili Marleen
For you, Lili Marleen

Bugler tonight, don’t play the Call To Arms
I want another evening with her charms
Then we will say goodbye and part
I’ll always keep you in my heart
With me, Lili Marleen
With me, Lili Marleen

Give me a rose to show how much you care 
Tied to the stem, a lock of golden hair
Surely tomorrow you’ll feel blue
But then will come a love that’s new
For you, Lili Marleen
For you, Lili Marleen

When we are marching in the mud and cold
And when my pack seems more than I can hold
My love for you renews my might
I’m warm again, my pack is light
It’s you, Lili Marleen
It’s you, Lili Marleen
My love for you renews my might
I’m warm again, my pack is light
It’s you, Lili Marleen
It’s you, Lili Marleen

Dramatic and Mild

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Wassily Wassilyevich Kandinsky, 1932
A triangle evokes a living emotion because it is itself a living being.  It is the artist who kills it if he uses it mechanically, without inner prompting.  This is the same artist who kills the rooster. — Kandinsky: Complete Writings On Art