I returned from Vienna on Monday, inspired by the art and from wondering around a beautiful city in autumn sunshine. Saw wonderful exhibitions of Emile Nolde, Fauves, Freud and of course Klimt and Schiele, whose drawings I particularly liked. It was also good to see so many Breugels.
Seeing the Nolde made me reflect that talking about art is a bit liking pulling a bucket of water out of the ocean. The risk is that you end up with a bucket of salty water and very little insight into the ocean. I should have had some psycho analysis whilst there and a little less apple strudel.
