When it comes to depicting sexuality and torment, Egon Schiele remains one of my favourite artists ever. His strong, expressive brushstrokes, the power of his drawing and the intensity of his bold, amazing colours produced quite an impression on me when, at some early stage in my life I had made the thrilling discovery of him. All those striking images, considered by many grotesque, even pornographic, constituted themselves, for the teenager I was back then, into a beautiful, tremendous revelation. This was the storm true passions and their clash was supposed to provoke, the fire haunted, restless, thirsty spirits I imagined would ignite all around them, this was the burning road to one’s self – somehow related, at a rather subliminal level, to the tantric yoga’s “Left-Hand Path”: getting to know the ultimate truth trough decadent, extreme practices supposed to integrate spirituality and sex in their reach for pure consciousness. A first impression which has never left me. And who proved itself persistent and influential to my imaginarium, all the way ’till now, I confess.

For more info on the Austrian expressionist artist you can read one of his biographies here and there are also a large number of online galleries hosting his works, such as this quite complete one or this. I wish you a pleasant and enriching experience in this so very controverted – at its time – world.